"Dear, dear, dear!" How beautiful the sound is! like the knock of a mallet on seasoned timber, like the throb of the heart of an ancient whaler when the seas press thick and the green is clouded. "Dear, dear!" what a passing bell for the souls of the fretful to soothe them and solace them, lap them in linen, saying, "So long. Good luck to you!" and then, "What's your pleasure?"
Never had any words been so vivid and so beautiful.
Nany
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A liberdade das gaivotas será talvez igual a qualquer outro passaro fora da gaiola...
No entanto, cada vez mais as gaivotas se aproximam de nós mas estamos tao longe de as domesticarmos....
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