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My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished Stones Sinking Through A Quagmire.
-James Joyce
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My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished
James Joyce
My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished Stones Sinking Through A Quagmire.
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