The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
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Myself at the reigns
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- Mark Miller
- "Looking for for the last living soul in this populated ghost town".
Myself at the reigns
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