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  • A Moment With-in-Sight

    This was going to be called a moment without sight but then I had one of those brief moments of inspiration and changed it. Perhaps you'll understand why if you ...

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I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights