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Chapter 20
Word Count: 324
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Released on: 18/11/2017
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a second, an emotion which I said to myself was the root of Christian mysticism. There had swept over me a sense
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The Celtic Twilight
“Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.”