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A Blue Rose for Paris

"And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again."

 

Bram Stoker

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Uploaded on November 17, 2015
Taken on November 16, 2015