I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. Blood, they say, won't come out.
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