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Friday, May 30, 2025
Home Sweet Home
Ovid, Letters from Pontus 1.3.35-36 (my translation):
By some inexplicable charm our native land attracts us all and doesn't allow us to forget her.
nescioqua natale solum dulcedine cunctos ducit et inmemores non sinit esse sui.
