Not A Breath Of Air Stirred Over The Free And Open Prairie; The Clouds Were Like Light Piles Of Cotton; And Where The Blue Sky Was Visible, It Wore A Hazy And Languid Aspect.

-Francis Parkman

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Not A Breath Of Air Stirred Over

Francis Parkman

Not A Breath Of Air Stirred Over The Free And Open Prairie; The Clouds Were Like Light Piles Of Cotton; And Where The Blue Sky Was Visible, It Wore A Hazy And Languid Aspect.

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