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Updated: May 11, 2025

And she would wake in the morning clear-headed, alert, grateful for the pleasant woodland smells arising wholesomely from the fecund bosom of the earth. Lauer pulled up before his own cabin at mid-afternoon of the fourth day, unloaded his own stuff, and drove to his neighbor's with the rest. "I'll walk back after a little," Hazel told him, when he had piled her goods in one corner of the kitchen.

Bertrand W. Sinclair - North of Fifty-Three