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Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As Thought, Had Fled Unfingered.
-Mervyn Peake
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Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As
Mervyn Peake
Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As Thought, Had Fled Unfingered.
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