The gales of November have not come early; it’s a beautiful, sunny day. But the melancholia has come down on me nevertheless. It’s cold and the world has walls around it again.
Does Anyone Know Where the Love of God Goes
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The gales of November have not come early; it’s a beautiful, sunny day. But the melancholia has come down on me nevertheless. It’s cold and the world has walls around it again.
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