Time deals gently only with those who take it gently. — Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
Time deals gently only with those who take it gently. — Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
Time deals gently only with those who take it gently. — Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
Time deals gently only with those who take it gently. — Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
Time deals gently only with those who take it gently. — Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
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Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.

— Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
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