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I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight–the heaps of stones by the roadside white–snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and how patient!
I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight–the heaps of stones by the roadside white–snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and how patient!
