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The Elements Were "seeking" Each Other In Rage And Confusion, And In The Fury Of The Conflict Boastful Man Was Utterly Humiliated, Sucked Down, Drowned.

-Elizabeth Goudge

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The Elements Were "seeking"

Elizabeth Goudge

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The Elements Were "seeking" Each Other In Rage And Confusion, And In The Fury Of The Conflict Boastful Man Was Utterly Humiliated, Sucked Down, Drowned.

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