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Description: | Far out The last report on peace to reach us here was neither a promise nor easy Faith but the hardest of all, the waiting for never an... |
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Description: | Some towering hand-made genius had fighting words to sell |
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Description: | Lightning cleared the air, that we could see just how deep the rootland lay Far below the wished for, but not beyond the Will |
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Description: | Exercise the body to work off the weight of mind, of pushing uphill a month-long night of doom. A better foot is leavened from the bottom o... |
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Description: | That instinct path to the waiting door is a mile of running beyond the last ounce of bursting heart |
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Description: | Although they remembered everything that could not be tolerated, their better natures, surfacing through waves of church-worn care, prevailed over... |
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Description: | Either way, the sides are bridged, from wine to water, cutting back to wine Paradoxical appointments, anticipated hour — No one event can ... |
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Description: | That morning is adrift in passing; it cannot last the day. Those years are anchored to each other; there is no other way. |
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Description: | You came to know that book by its covered distance, well remembered by the measure of the trudging barefoot mile |
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Description: | On the map it shows the turkey buzzards circling overhead to tell us who we are and what the odds. Don't count; a promise is no more than just a s... |
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Description: | Old skin is yet alive to whispered lashings, the quick-step dried and gone to the bone. Embrace the wall and face away from trouble in the winter ... |
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Description: | He was taught restraint and patriotic fiction, letting automation by to wipe the chimneys clean of issues and make horizons in the sky |
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Description: | The parson came. He said it well: Enough is all we want, to hold and sleep on, not the sky. A little harvest of the sorrows between the sentenc... |
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Description: | We always know what day it is Because it never fails. Sometime between the awful and the coffee that stepson drives along the road and all the dog... |
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