Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. " "Go, I insist," cried Thames, "or take the consequences upon yourself.
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