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  • Bruised

    Twenty young childrenSat in the bright-lit classroom,Their soft cheeks lifted highPink and red they bloom.But poor little RahniSat away from all the rest,Her blue eyes downcastAnd arms folded across h

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Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.
— Henry David Thoreau