strand-grass

Updated: May 9, 2025

Then he walked on: "And a girl like that still believes in love! no, she does not!" The evening wind blew from the ocean over the land, the strand-grass swung its pale spikes to and fro and raised its pointed leaves a little, the rushes bowed down, the water of the lake was darkened by thousands of tiny furrows, and the leaves of the water-lilies tugged restlessly at their stalks.

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