8 thoughts on “ Strike Breaker - Enclosures* - Scotch Mist (CDr, Album) ”

1. But a slight mist shut out the more distant sights, so that we did not see the whole panorama, which is said to be the finest in Germany, including, as it does, the cities and towns of the upper Rhine, 62 Oppenheim, Worms, Mannheim, Speyer, and in very clear weather even the towers of .

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4. Jan 27,  · Chapter Five. My “Baptism of Fire.” The weather had cleared somewhat during the afternoon, but when, at a few minutes before five o’clock, the Mikasa made the signal for the destroyer flotilla to weigh and proceed, the clouds had gathered afresh, and it was looking as wild as ever. It was exactly five o’clock when the Asashio, followed by the Kasanumi, led the way out to sea; and as we Missing: Scotch Mist.

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6. For more information, see also the Hawkwind song ‘Hassan I Sabbah’ on their album Quark, Strangeness and Charm. - [p. /] Creosote’s poetry is mostly based on Edward Fitzgerald’s translation of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The poem parodied on this page goes: ‘A book of verses underneath the boughMissing: Scotch Mist.

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8. May 21,  · As the mist cleared away, and I recovered myself, I made out that it was the nose of Dominie Dobiensis, who was kneeling at the bed-side, his nose adumbrating the coverlid of my bed, his spectacles dimmed with tears, and his long grey locks falling on each side, and shadowing his eyes. I was not frightened, but I was too weak to stir or speak.

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