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... town , small , tightly knit , very provincial . A slow river ran past the edge of the town and through an untidy marsh into the sea . In the spring of the year , I had been walking on the salt flats , through muddy rivulets , looking ...
... town , small , tightly knit , very provincial . A slow river ran past the edge of the town and through an untidy marsh into the sea . In the spring of the year , I had been walking on the salt flats , through muddy rivulets , looking ...
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... town was asleep and half dead ; only the hibernating propri- etors lived in the small hotels and boarding houses , waiting for the war to end and for plentiful summer to come . We swung into the town , not a light showing , and marched ...
... town was asleep and half dead ; only the hibernating propri- etors lived in the small hotels and boarding houses , waiting for the war to end and for plentiful summer to come . We swung into the town , not a light showing , and marched ...
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... town fast growing derelict , in Wales , and the invin- cible scrawny grass and scrubby birch trees were beginning to cover the industrial rubbish that lay in heaps about us . It all seemed very beautiful to me , the small , tottering ...
... town fast growing derelict , in Wales , and the invin- cible scrawny grass and scrubby birch trees were beginning to cover the industrial rubbish that lay in heaps about us . It all seemed very beautiful to me , the small , tottering ...
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