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Nov 10, 2005 15:52

"I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes - a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of ( Read more... )

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lilithxfaerie November 11 2005, 21:19:36 UTC
So true.

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