Subject: improve your health

From: "Therese Whitman" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2006 10:05:38 -0180

Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.This perfection, this absence.They move against, or through, or by, or toward.To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
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