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MONTHLY LITERARY MAGAZINE PUBLISHED BY PAUL EDMUND NORMAN | ISSUE 89 FEBRUARY 2006 |
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There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. Charles Dickens The Gateway Archives ARCHIVE OF H G WELLS IN GATEWAY
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