Noel Runyan

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At midday the heat of the sun made the hills grey as if shaved and singed in an explosion, while, farther north, in cloudier and rainier countries, hills smoothed into slabs as with the back of a spade had a light in them as if a warder, deep within, went from chamber to chamber carrying a green lamp.
The Waves
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