GBP 468.20

Gentle Weakness Inferno

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.


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