Dusk

There’s an awful lot

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There’s an awful lot of misunderstanding here about what being poor actually means. I don’t think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the day. I think there’s some notion that poor people lie about all day not doing anything. It is remarkable how … Read more

Her hair gives dawn

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Her hair gives dawn it’s fire, her eyes give dusk her soul\” He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl’s heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. \”Excuse me?\” \”It’s a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn’t seem to know … Read more

She had one of

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She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes were grey; her trick of narrowing them made her seem to reflect, the greater part of the time, in the dusk of her second thoughts. With that mood, that touch of … Read more

Spring scarce had greener

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Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune Than ever in the summer; from the trees Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies, No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon Finds motionless … Read more