The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... things . Where did it come from ? Julia felt her hair hanging dreadfully . She looked into the room . In the ... thing . Tucked deep under a high forehead , they radiated strength and calm . They never stopped looking towards her , upon ...
... things . Where did it come from ? Julia felt her hair hanging dreadfully . She looked into the room . In the ... thing . Tucked deep under a high forehead , they radiated strength and calm . They never stopped looking towards her , upon ...
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... thing I had seen pass between us once . When the sense of frustration was deep , though , I found myself angry with her ... things together the loveliness of clouds over the plains between Paris and Chartres , of sunsets along the Loire ...
... thing I had seen pass between us once . When the sense of frustration was deep , though , I found myself angry with her ... things together the loveliness of clouds over the plains between Paris and Chartres , of sunsets along the Loire ...
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... things in accordance with my passions . What a sad thing for a painter who loves blondes but denies himself the pleasure of putting them in his picture because they don't go well with the basket of fruit . What a misery for a painter ...
... things in accordance with my passions . What a sad thing for a painter who loves blondes but denies himself the pleasure of putting them in his picture because they don't go well with the basket of fruit . What a misery for a painter ...
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