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'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces Plays...
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Our yesterdays
"Our yesterdays
Are like a lonely and a ruined land
Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs--
A fading land to which is no return."
HENRY ABBEY, "
Invocation to the Sun
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