Wednesday, July 01, 2020

Barrens

The languid tufts of grass cling to the barren soil, held, it seems, in bondage to the gray clouds and mist of rain that clings to all the world around you. But there is nothing for it, nothing but to go forward and cross the heath, barren of all, but fatigue.


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