"The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.
Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories
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"The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast. Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories |
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