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Duodi
2
Frimaire
CCXXXIII
« From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit blew hither: here am I. Now, for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart... »
Saint du jour
Sainte Rosine
Pensée du jour
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