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Wed May 6 19:11:45 2009 (the last twist)

May 6, 2009

The shutters
after dark, and the
lady in
the landscape.
There was some
thin, and through
the burn; Tam came
ashore with me to
smell. I thought of my
pistol. The last
twist of the marrow
the espionage.

Texts:
T.S. Eliot, Poems
John Buchan, Prester John

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