Judgement. Always they whisper now is too late. And though one relies on a measure of fate, and long is the waiting before it feels full, and she keeps debating and looks so thoughtful So whatever it was, it was not an attraction that was held in unrest until the distraction. My query so plaintive,... Sign in to see full entry.
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