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"The wind, which had breezed up a little during the night, was now extremely light and baffling, which the more increased the apparent uncertainty of her movements."

Saturday, October 6, 2018

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Bespoke annihilation.
With pace, the rivers run.
Mountains churning granite.
Into, unto, upon.


Posted by Tom Doggett at 7:23 AM No comments:
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