ROMAN MOSACIS

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ROMAN MOSACIS
I Know Nothing More Delightful Than A Walk To A Country Church On A
Fine Day At The End Of Summer. All The Lovely Promises Of Spring Have
Been Fulfilled; The Woods Are Clothed with Their Darkest Foliage, And
Not Another Leaflet Is To Come Anywhere.

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