Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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There is rhythm in the chirping of the crickets outside your window at eventide . In the morning when creatures begin to stir with the advent of light , you are certain to discover the variety of birdsongs near your home and even those ...
There is rhythm in the chirping of the crickets outside your window at eventide . In the morning when creatures begin to stir with the advent of light , you are certain to discover the variety of birdsongs near your home and even those ...
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The chapel , however , had many windows staring out of its iron sides like hollow , unwinking eyes . It was through them that it expelled ... Through the open window mother could see men , women , and children on their way to church .
The chapel , however , had many windows staring out of its iron sides like hollow , unwinking eyes . It was through them that it expelled ... Through the open window mother could see men , women , and children on their way to church .
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His father was hanging a star - shaped lantern outside the window . Across the street , the neighbors had hung theirs and lighted the candles in them . The candle flames flickered cheerfully in the soft December wind .
His father was hanging a star - shaped lantern outside the window . Across the street , the neighbors had hung theirs and lighted the candles in them . The candle flames flickered cheerfully in the soft December wind .
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