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The Conundrum of the Workshopslocked

  • Rudyard Kipling

Abstract

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould; And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,...

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