littlesamchez
There are men and women who are in life as the wild river and the night-owl, as the blasted tree and the wind over ancient graves.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
and burbled as it came!
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∞ 11:23 am, by littlesamchez
