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"If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe..."
(Evelyn Waugh)
 
 

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"Were I a cloud, I'd gather my skirts up in the air, and fly well know whither, and rest I well know where"

Robert Bridges, Poet Laureate 1913-1930

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