Heaven lies around us in our infancy. — William Golding, Darkness Visible
Heaven lies around us in our infancy. — William Golding, Darkness Visible
Heaven lies around us in our infancy. — William Golding, Darkness Visible
Heaven lies around us in our infancy. — William Golding, Darkness Visible
Heaven lies around us in our infancy. — William Golding, Darkness Visible
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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.

— William Golding, Darkness Visible
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