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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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