Title: Valgfritt

Text: There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been the stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow from form to form, and nothings stands; they melt like mist, the solid lands, like clouds they shape themselves and go. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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