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Quill'S Window(fiscle part-3)
By: George Barr MccutcheonA Young Man And An Old One Sat In the Shade Of The Willows Beside
The Wide, Still River. The Glare Of A Hot August Sun Failed to
Penetrate The Shelter In which They Idled; Out Upon The Slow-Gliding
River It Beat Relentlessly, Creating a Pale, Thin Vapour That
Clung Close To The Shimmering surface And Dazzled the Eye With An
Ever-Shifting glaze. The Air Was Lifeless, Sultry, Stifling; Not A
Leaf, Not A Twig In the Tall, Drooping willows Moved unless Stirred
By The Passage Of Some Vagrant Bird.
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