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(W.S. Gilbert, The Mikado)
image: Oil painting of the Grey Eminence, François Leclerc du Tremblay, the right-hand man of Cardinal Richelieu, 1873, Jean-Léon Gérôme
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About Me
- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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