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Cytherea
MABEL: I am now faced with a difficulty Ursula, which is better perhaps to confess than gloss over.
URSULA: Oh Mabel, you must keep looking left and right into the indelible footprints of truth; unenticed by flowers; regardless of shade...we cannot accept poems just because she wrote them!
MABEL: But Cytherea is such a successful practitioner in the art of life.
URSULA: Yes, but they are ...
Wednesday 11th January 2012 3:33 pm
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