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History Is Representational, While Time Is Abstract; Both Of These Artifices May Be Found In Museums, Where They Span Everybody's Own Vacancy

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History Is Representational, While Time Is Abstract; Both Of These Artifices May Be Found In Museums, Where They Span Everybody's Own Vacancy

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