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Able Was I Ere I Saw Elba
Some things exist to turn perceptions inside out; their presence tends to shift and rend to shreds the veils and introduce, in even the most stable minds, some doubt — by subtlety reminding pristine saints of crucifixion’s nails. Despite all … Continue reading
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Tagged agression, defeat, Elba, isolation, Napoleon Bonaparte, perception, resignation
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