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Thursday, April 26, 2007
From The Owl in the Sarcophagus
By Wallace Stevens
"This was peace after death, the brother of sleep,
The inhuman brother so much like, so near,
Yet vested in a foreign absolute [...]"
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Kay Cooke
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Those words fit that photo like a glove. What a peaceful doggy expression.
April 26, 2007 at 9:40 PM
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Those words fit that photo like a glove. What a peaceful doggy expression.
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