Judge Resoundson’s understanding
You must understand me, your honour. You must. You, at least. Everybody tells me that I had no reason to [...]
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You must understand me, your honour. You must. You, at least. Everybody tells me that I had no reason to [...]
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He lied on the terrace, comfortably stretched on a soft rocking bed, and he stared at the ocean. He thought [...]
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#1 When Corto was ten, he lived in Cordoba with his mother, a Spanish Gipsy, the renounced Nina de Gibraltar, [...]
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Emphasizing the fact that the religion1F is the actual phenomenon which represents the collective spirit, and having in mind that [...]
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EPT. 11 struck at one dream of urban planners: that the best way to make a city dense is to [...]
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Translated by the authorbright morning in the pieces of glass rising thousands of suns
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Translated by: Lidija Dimovayou spoke about the invisible world about the ghosts wandering on the roof tops about hidden beauty [...]
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Viewed Through the Prism of the Political - the postmodern as an unfinished project – the term of the political [...]
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youre good sometimes could this be flawless feet through the skeletons a hair career beckons ambition flames him storing bad [...]
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Even in my dreams I planned how I would dig out the ground around the tent, slice the canvas, or [...]