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the count of monte cristo sounds so much better after two glasses of sweet wine, the rim resting gently against chapter 5 “This philosophic reflection,” thought he, “will make a great sensation at M. de Saint–Meran’s;” and he arranged mentally, while Dantes awaited further questions, the antithesis by which orators often create a reputation for eloquence. How great this will make me look, in other words, this fine comparison between two similar things. and I find myself smiling, like one would over the renewal of past lovers, past books the direct gaze of persons no longer strangers, beneath waterfalls wings spread vaguely vulnerable and somehow liberated.
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Rust and Wine.
the count of monte cristo sounds so much better after two glasses of sweet wine, the rim resting gently against chapter 5 “This philosophic reflection,” thought he, “will make a great sensation at M. de Saint–Meran’s;” and he arranged mentally, while Dantes awaited further questions, the antithesis by which orators often create a reputation for eloquence. How great this will make me look, in other words, this fine comparison between two similar things. and I find myself smiling, like one would over the renewal of past lovers, past books the direct gaze of persons no longer strangers, beneath waterfalls wings spread vaguely vulnerable and somehow liberated.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
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