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Le Petit Déjeuner à Paradis; Gone Rogue, Gone Wild, Gone with the Morning Light

  Le Petit Déjeuner à Paradis   The saints are breakfasting in paradise with multiple courses of what saints eat— ambrosia? Probably. Or cloud cover on toast. These days they’re called on to help infrequently with dire entanglements, the wars within our borders, wars without, infanticide, fratricide, matricide, truce breakings mended to break After they’re […]

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