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Am I Really Admitting That My Sister Is Determined To Marry A Man She Has Only Seen Once And Doesn't Much Like The Look Of? It Is Half Real And Half Pretense - And I Have An Idea That It Is A Game Most Girls Play When They Meet An Eligible Young Men. They Just...wonder.

Rose Doesn’t Like The Flat Country, But I Always Did – Flat Country Seems To Give The Sky Such A Chance.

What Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?

Contemplation Seems To Be About The Only Luxury That Costs Nothing.

I Was Wandering Around As Usual, In My Unpleasantly Populated Sub-conscious.