The bats inebriate the sky . . . — A.E. Stallings
The bats inebriate the sky . . . — A.E. Stallings
The bats inebriate the sky . . . — A.E. Stallings
The bats inebriate the sky . . . — A.E. Stallings
The bats inebriate the sky . . . — A.E. Stallings
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The bats inebriate the sky . . .

— A.E. Stallings
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