Letters from the Edge of Elfland
A man who’s thought has so influenced my own, though he never knew it, is gone from this world. I long for our meeting when all things are made new. Resquiat in pace, Strat.
A man who’s thought has so influenced my own, though he never knew it, is gone from this world. I long for our meeting when all things are made new. Resquiat in pace, Strat.
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