... an' t'hell witcher ponies I says
He […] pulled out one of the apples and rolled it under the fence to the horse. The horse grabbled it up with quivering lips.
To contemplate these icy, inevitable vistas of cosmic time is in a certain sense already to go beyond geotrauma.
She doth tell me where to borrow / Comfort in the mid’ſt of ſorrow; Makes the deſolateſt place / To her preſence be a grace; / And the blackeſt diſcontents / Be her faireſt ornaments.
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