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It disturbed the trees and tossed the curtains of the front rooms , shaking lace shadows onto the dusty walls . Toby's shirt flapped over his chest ; he shivered as the late afternoon sun clung reluctantly to the top of the distant ...
It disturbed the trees and tossed the curtains of the front rooms , shaking lace shadows onto the dusty walls . Toby's shirt flapped over his chest ; he shivered as the late afternoon sun clung reluctantly to the top of the distant ...
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From " Turkey Swamp Songs " Song of the Lazy Pine Snake I would undulate through soggy sphagnum , silvered mirrors cutting green , over pine boughs torn from limbless lifeless trees , under tick - infested ferns to my lounge in the ...
From " Turkey Swamp Songs " Song of the Lazy Pine Snake I would undulate through soggy sphagnum , silvered mirrors cutting green , over pine boughs torn from limbless lifeless trees , under tick - infested ferns to my lounge in the ...
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There were trees standing in ranks of sodden brown on three sides , and on the other what was either a narrow lake or a broad river . The mist had become a rain . So , after Mr. Todd had apologized for its being a poor Fall for colour ...
There were trees standing in ranks of sodden brown on three sides , and on the other what was either a narrow lake or a broad river . The mist had become a rain . So , after Mr. Todd had apologized for its being a poor Fall for colour ...
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