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Fog
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Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Now, however, we look forward almost eagerly to winter's approach. We forget the fogs, the slush, the sore throats an the price of coal, we think only of long evenings by lamplight, of the books which we are really going to read this time, of the bright shop windows and the keen edge of the early frosts.
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― Greenery Street
― Greenery Street
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Lost in torment, you find the quivering ache that makes your lips tremble and a song flies. That is how a new world opens, a world of ecstasy. At the edge of life, you find the light. Pushing through the fog, the sun appears.
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