7 stories
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Thornton W. Burgess
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1.5K
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141 parts
A creeping mist hangs over the meadow, not of dew, but of forgotten things. Burgess doesn’t offer sunshine and chirp, but a slow unraveling ... -
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Richard Jefferies
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684
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58 parts
A creeping damp clings to the Wiltshire lanes, a stillness broken only by the sigh of unseen birds and the rustle of leaves under a bruised,... -
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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606
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55 parts
A creeping dread clings to the shadowed forests and snow-swept ranges within these pages. Not tales of simple beasts, but of creatures haunt... -
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Henry David Thoreau
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495
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58 parts
A creeping fog clings to the edges of consciousness, mirroring the shadowed lanes of Walden Pond. These are not essays of reasoned argument,... -
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John Muir
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339
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25 parts
The granite breathes with the scent of pine and decay. A summer’s heat clings to the shadowed canyons, thick as mourning. Though Muir chroni... -
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Mary Austin
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310
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18 parts
Dust hangs heavy in the canyons, a perpetual twilight clinging to the skeletal mesas. This is a land not of absence, but of withholding—a pa... -
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Henry David Thoreau
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272
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14 parts
The scent of rot and river mist clings to these pages, a melancholic dampness seeping from the shadowed banks of the Concord and Merrimack. ... -