Vendee Globe what?

Vendee Globe what?
An era that is no more. Is Wilde finally dead now the this tomb is cleaned of kisses and protected from contact?
"The place blooms with false self-flattery. Late January air stiffens the forest trees whose leafy guise of green lichen hides the barren sticks below....Birches on the green grazing hill announce Spring with their clouds of purple buds, As do the crows with each newly started nest.But it snowed days before and will snow days later. What Spring?"
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