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Daily Archives: January 13, 2017
Some Sense of Meaning: ballade
The world is what it is, the pundits claim; and City Hall no pugilists defeat. No matter where you go, things stay the same; you either like your bourbon iced, or neat. A thing is in itself almost complete; just … Continue reading
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