Oh, Halifax. You know I love it when you're noir.
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| Look through the light refracting off the fog... |
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| ...and you might see this in the image above. |
where thou didst vent thy moans as fast as mill wheels strike
The Literary, the Theatrical, the Cinematic, the Virtuosic
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| Look through the light refracting off the fog... |
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| ...and you might see this in the image above. |