A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
A word is elegy to what it signifies. — Robert Haas
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A word is elegy to what it signifies.

— Robert Haas
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