Tuesday, 15 November 2011
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No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manner of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
2 comments:
So, did you read the I Hate Perfume story?
I do - hate perfume, that is.
Love,
T in J
Haha that was good :)
Vanilla is nice, old books shops better!
There aren't too many nice book shops in jhb, when i went to south coast they were everywhere, i literally didn't have space in the car to fit anymore :D
have a great day T
peace and love
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