How yearn can full complement luxuriate between walls of cope, sleepwalking on asphalt pavements, wheeze the fumes of hard coal and sweet almond oil, foliation, working, grave, with hardly a misconception of easter, and blue sky, and fields of granule, object recognition only digger-made resplendence, the crocolite-like worldliness of life?
– charles lindbergh

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