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Upstairs warming pans had been in the beds, fires were burning, coal buckets were full, logs were stacked for the long night, but still they stayed down, clinging to the extra glow and companionship of the parlour, the light of the candles, the pleasant desultory talk.
— Jun 08, 2026 08:44PM
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It is a sad truth that when a man falls in love with a girl he does not necessarily admire that girl's brothers and sisters, nor even the man and woman who gave her birth. Indeed, such is human nature, that the more a man loves his wife, the more possessively so, the less he is likely to esteem the womb that produced her, or the other fruits of that womb.
— Jun 22, 2026 07:59PM
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Seagulls blew up from a near-by field, littering the sky with their white wings.
— Jun 19, 2026 05:49AM
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They rode up to the door of Trenwith in tattered procession; a disparate yet matching couple: two big men, legs dangling, on two small ponies: the knight-errant and his shabby squire. Don Quixote had at least ridden a horse.
— Jun 18, 2026 06:06AM
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The hedgerows, after having been plastered down under weeks of frozen snow, seemed to flower the more, and bluebell and campion and milkmaid trembled in a patriotic riot of their own.
— Jun 16, 2026 08:10PM
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"Blemishes on the beauty of a person one loves are like grace notes adding something to a piece of music."
— Jun 01, 2026 07:57PM
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Disturbed, some seagulls blew up from the lawn like white clothes flapping in the wind.
— May 31, 2026 07:49PM
