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Over the green squares of the fields and the low curves of a wood
Over the green squares of the fields and the low curves of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, di...
Over the green squares of the fields and the low curves of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, di...
“The days arent discarded or collected, they are bees
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“The days arent discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and ...
“The days arent discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and ...
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