| misspinkertonsghost Dec 26 | He painted the loneliness and the smell of the salt-laden cold, the eternity and agelessness of marshes, the wild, living creatures, dawn flights, and frightened things taking to the air, and winged shadows at night hiding from the moon. Paul Gallico, The Snow Goose | | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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