The sky was clear—remarkably clear—and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
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The sky was clear—remarkably clear—and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
Author: The Bronx Chronicle
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