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  • His Love For Lady Adrienne

    The soldier stands watching the waves,Lash about the sharp, sharp stones,Thinking of the battles long fought,And her chilling moans.…One glorious day, so long ago,Upon his stallion he rode, to a ...

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We are all broken. That's how the light gets in.
— Ernest Hemingway