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Eighteen Minutes Passed the Hour

If a day had only eighteen hours I would gladly spend the first sixteen musing over the thought of her. A more amorous day I find hard to imagine, and were I to be proven wrong, that day too would […]

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A penny dropped and the world took notice

A lowly word smith absorbed stood breathless upon a hill she had helped him climb. He had experienced much of what a usual man would only dream, if usual men would only dare to. Mountains, oceans, lakes and hills. All […]

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