iran khodro, isfahan

Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom / The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces, / Cry out and fend her off, as she seeks her procreant groom, / Wounding themselves against her, denying her fecund embraces.
D H Lawrence, The Prophet

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