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“Anyway, my dearest one, we still have the moon.”— Margaret Atwood, from Owl And Pussycat, Some Years Later in “The Door”
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“Golden October declined into sombre November…”— T.S. Eliot, from Poems & Plays: 1909 - 1950; “Murder in the Cathedral,”
*googles number i dont recognize calling me instead of answering*
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