| O. Vailds "De Profundis" |
[Sep. 5th, 2007|08:02 am] |
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Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole. |
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| Anarchy in UK |
[Sep. 5th, 2007|08:08 am] |
dodamies inspicēt.
de iure dēt
un plānus
perēt |
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