THE YEAR begins—on a January morning, cold and early. The earth lies frozen under her strewlngs of snow. There is no wind, and a great silence broods over the fields; the faint bleating of a...
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THE EARTH has gone back to the beginning. Her secrets are locked up. The year's tale is told. She lies at the end of the months as she lay at the beginning—still and frozen, wrapped in...
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THERE is a great silence over all the land. The furrows hold in stillness the new seed—brown, bare, and earth-smelling, they keep the secret of the life that has been buried in them. There is...
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October 29, 1930 THE COMMONWEAL 665 OCTOBER, MONTH OF THE ANGELS By SHEILA KAYE-SMITH THE sky is black. The great moonless arch sweeps from horizon to horizon, high over the zenith. It is...
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