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From: | Loraine Chatfield |
Subject: | [cks-devl] orchestra 8297 |
Date: | Fri, 26 May 2006 02:25:14 -0700 |
Hi,
C i A L / S
T r & m a d o I A m B / E N P R O z & C S O m & V A L / u M M e R / D / A A m o x / c i I l / n V / a G R A X & n a x L e V / T R A you still-though after a while I may think again of your words and go North with any that will follow me. Then he strode off to help in the ordering of the camps and in the care of the sick and the wounded. But the Master scowled at his back as he went, and remained sitting on the ground. He thought much but said little, unless it was to call loudly for men to bring him fire and food. |
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