Taken at the origin of Dorchester’s arming, Knox’s greatest labor, and the eldest Howe’s downfall.
Where?
Headed back to the motherland tomorrow. Then off to talk a lot and see if I still got it.
Yo.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Taken at the origin of Dorchester’s arming, Knox’s greatest labor, and the eldest Howe’s downfall.
Fort Ticonderoga, of course!Sheesh.
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