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May 02, 2009

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Blacknimbus

That reminds me of the character of Grand from The Plague. He spent months working on the opening line of his book.

"One fine morning in May, a slim young horsewoman might have been seen riding a glossy sorrel mare along the avenues of the Bois, among the flowers"

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