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It Is Said That Many Children Who Live In The Central Provinces, Away From The Ocean, Have A Great Longing To See It. I Who Had Never Been Away From The Monotonous Country Surrounding Us Looked Forward Eagerly To Seeing The Mountains.

-Pierre Loti

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It Is Said That

Pierre Loti

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It Is Said That Many Children Who Live In The Central Provinces, Away From The Ocean, Have A Great Longing To See It. I Who Had Never Been Away From The Monotonous Country Surrounding Us Looked Forward Eagerly To Seeing The Mountains.

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