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ƒo[ƒi[ƒhEƒŠ[ƒ`‚̍μ•i‚ͺ“Wަ‚³‚κ‚Δ‚’‚½B


     


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“©Œ|‰Ζƒo[ƒi[ƒhEƒŠ[ƒ`‚Μ”θ


I have seen a vision of the marriage of

East and West.Far off down the Halls

of Time,I heard a childlike voice.

How long? How long?

Bernard Leach

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