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... night - haze of the fields . Low over the rustling corn , summer lightning flashed , quivered with a pink flame , and went out . We sat by the roadside , on the trunk of an old elm blown down by some long - past storm . Such wind ...
... night - haze of the fields . Low over the rustling corn , summer lightning flashed , quivered with a pink flame , and went out . We sat by the roadside , on the trunk of an old elm blown down by some long - past storm . Such wind ...
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... nights . Acting as night - watchman was perhaps our most peaceful occupation in those turbulent times . I even looked forward to my turn on duty in our tiny courtyard beside the locked wicket in the bolted iron gate . Something about ...
... nights . Acting as night - watchman was perhaps our most peaceful occupation in those turbulent times . I even looked forward to my turn on duty in our tiny courtyard beside the locked wicket in the bolted iron gate . Something about ...
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... night . The sea murmured endlessly . The sound of the long breakers rose and fell . So did the wind in the bare branches . It became silent — as I was , listening to the flow of night . But it was still there : I could tell from the ...
... night . The sea murmured endlessly . The sound of the long breakers rose and fell . So did the wind in the bare branches . It became silent — as I was , listening to the flow of night . But it was still there : I could tell from the ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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