Will the real Lady or Sir Voynich please stand up?

The mystery of the cryptic Voynich manuscript has taken me. A metaphor for archeology of the soul or various enigmatic individuals.  It reminds me that some have minds un-mined, never pillaged, ransacked nor explored.  The only book never read is fascinating to me as a historical reference.  No one in hundreds of years has been able to read it’s code. It’s impossible to tell just how in love I am with ancient botanical prescriptions based on astrological and sacred mysterious recipes from this era.


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