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  • The River Song

    The River Song By A. T There she stood frozen upon the cliff, her heart steadily beating. She gazed out at the beautiful scene that lay before her, not seeing ...

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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