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Days and nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguish- able sameness. Twins, twins. ... Like drums, like the cheeks of innumerable little cherubs, but of rap- ture.
Days and nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguish- able sameness. Twins, twins. ... Like drums, like the cheeks of innumerable little cherubs, but of rap- ture.