A PLACE it closes to them its narrow pockets with stern commands ever almost last ever sending away its best in a broad field sky blazes fertile waters moisten the ambition of roots to spread widely the flourishing amazes those who stand there experiment of grids section half section quarter section on every side the sudden flock of number broad field of forgetting of folly its youth has left and none remain but those who make a noise of satisfaction not calling back nor wanting to beckon a daring that would be called great
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