A Hero of Ticonderoga
Von: Rowland E. Robinson
The low sun of a half-spent winter afternoon streaked and splashed the
soft undulations of the forest floor with thin, infrequent lines, and
scattered blotches of yellow light among the thickening shadows.
soft undulations of the forest floor with thin, infrequent lines, and
scattered blotches of yellow light among the thickening shadows.
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