From: [[]] […] But the light was extraordinary, […] beside the gates of the Cumaean Canal, when the revelers came in their carnival masks, and it comes to you sometimes now at night, almost like one of those colours that can only be seen in sleep. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| - Mr Sacks! Take this dream of skies untainted!
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| - From: [[]] […] But the light was extraordinary, […] beside the gates of the Cumaean Canal, when the revelers came in their carnival masks, and it comes to you sometimes now at night, almost like one of those colours that can only be seen in sleep. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| - "The Chain. The Seq - best not to speak of it. I should not miss them. I miss them. It is reassuring, my chick, to know your place in a greater order. I would not go back, not when I've tasted that little wildness we're permitted, but - […]
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| - […] But the light was extraordinary, […] beside the gates of the Cumaean Canal, when the revelers came in their carnival masks, and it comes to you sometimes now at night, almost like one of those colours that can only be seen in sleep.
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| - From: [[]] […] But the light was extraordinary, […] beside the gates of the Cumaean Canal, when the revelers came in their carnival masks, and it comes to you sometimes now at night, almost like one of those colours that can only be seen in sleep. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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