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Dec 14, 2009 16:41




[Locked and booby-trapped.]

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine. [Emily Bronte]
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