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Page 86
... colours , depending on the brand of tea , but for some reason all pastel – mauve , cream , grey , pink , and so on ... colour for each day of the week - Tuesday was always mauve , for instance , and Wednesday pink - and usually ...
... colours , depending on the brand of tea , but for some reason all pastel – mauve , cream , grey , pink , and so on ... colour for each day of the week - Tuesday was always mauve , for instance , and Wednesday pink - and usually ...
Page 152
... colour of these ancient lands – harsh , rusty , mineral . That was how I always pictured to myself the ancient regions of the earth . When I actually saw them I was pleasantly surprised to find that the colours that bear witness to the ...
... colour of these ancient lands – harsh , rusty , mineral . That was how I always pictured to myself the ancient regions of the earth . When I actually saw them I was pleasantly surprised to find that the colours that bear witness to the ...
Page 154
... colour - ochre , rusty , greyish , like cinders - the colour of time out of mind , of eternity . And from century to century the countless , measured waves break over their bare , petrified clay . The real sea has many different smells ...
... colour - ochre , rusty , greyish , like cinders - the colour of time out of mind , of eternity . And from century to century the countless , measured waves break over their bare , petrified clay . The real sea has many different smells ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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