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the little book of love
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PoetryI clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, for what little girl doesn't dearly love a wolf?1 Then I slid from between his ... As soon as he slept, I crept to the back of the lair, where a whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books.more
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Registered by LauraWillie on 2/5/2023
Current status: travelling | 2 journalers for this copy...