Jackson Delrosario

Great wonder to our gentle tribe it was whenever in our valley he withdrew for happier soul no living creature has than he had, being here the long day through. Some thought he was a lover, and did we, some thought far worse from him, and judged him wrong but verse was what he was wedded to, and his own mind did like a tempest strong come to him thus, and drove the weary wight along.

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