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Actually - I'd prefer to write for Rædwald . . .
So, let me make the post that gets him and the barge back to shore
Then, some one please get us all onto the barge and moving across the river
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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