Drunk with triumph, I cuddled in my rocking cradle and ransacked every unvisited chamber of the memory....to… — Erskine Childers
Drunk with triumph, I cuddled in my rocking cradle and ransacked every unvisited chamber of the memory....to see the residue take life and meaning in the light of the great revelation.
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