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��— Hating all that he had made?
— Hating all his own.
" Scatter to your strongholds, till the race is run.
Doe and fawn together, so, soon it will be done.
Never now, never now. Ship without a mast, But the floods shall cleanse again Every blackened trail of Men, — Men with wings, at last !"
— Josephine Preston Peabody.
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