Time to book new journey soon. That's all I have to say about it.
"Have you built your ship of death, O have you? O build your ship of death, for you will need it. 10 The grim frost is at hand, when the apples will fall thick, almost thundrous, on the hardened earth. And death is on the air like a smell of ashes! Ah! can't you smell it? And in the bruised body, the frightened soul 15 finds itself shrinking, wincing from the cold that blows upon it through the orifices."
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