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My Sunday at Homelocked

  • Rudyard Kipling

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If the Red Slayer thinks he slays, Or if the slain thinks he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways. I keep and pass and turn again. emerson°

It was the unreproducible slid r, as he said this was his ‘fy-ist’ visit...

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