Created by Jijith Nadumuri at 03 Jul 2011 12:43 and updated at 03 Jul 2011 12:43


avs.8.6 [0800612] All those who cannot bear the Sun who warms us yonder from the sky, Arayas with the smell of goats, malodorous, with bloody mouths, the Makakas we drive afar.

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