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my knees are creaking and my blistered toes are suing me for damages. Walking northern England’s Coast to Coast from St-Bees to Robin Hood’s Bay, 200 miles in 14 days, is a euphoric adventure and a test of endurance. You point at a farm...
Hagen began to tremble so violently he had to sit down with his legs squeezed together, his head hunched into his contracted shoulders, hands clasped together between his knees as if he were praying to the devil.He
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It was still damp to the knees and still spotted about the hem, despite the frantic efforts of Mammy and Cookie with a steaming kettle, a clean hair brushand frantic wavings in front of an open fire.Scarlett was afraid someone would notice her bedraggled state and realize that this was ...
I drink a lot of wine When I am alone I lose all track of time And my ideas turn to stone I pretend I'm sad That I'm still so small But I'm not upset If I fall on my knees And beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm run...
“I’m just not feeling ‘it’ today.” I didn’t know what “it” was or why I wasn’t feeling “it,” but moments later, I took a tumble for the very first time on a training run. Knees, hands, and elbow bloodied, new gloves torn, I got up laughing at myself, and ...
or palace—my gardens and woods losing their rustic appearance to be adapted to the most genteel French style—my child growing up at his mother's knees, and my influence in the country increasing,—it must not be imagined that I stayed in Devonshire all this while, and that I neglected ...
spiking only during the storms. The night I died, my headache struck again, the echo of waves against the ship sounding between my ears. I covered them, my knees buckling. I barely caught myself against the rail. And Issheth, her fur coat open, helping me up. Her eyes asking, because...