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Epitaph in a country churchyard

Saturday, 7 January, 2017

“He thought himself awake when he was already asleep. He saw the stars above his face, whirling on their silent and sleepless axis, and the leaves of the trees rustling against them, and he heard small changes in the grass.” — T.H. White

RIP


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