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Monday, September 17, 2012

Lit Bits

 
"There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made."
~from My Antonia by Willa Cather

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