Still I Sojourn Here, Alone And Palely Loitering, Though The Sedge Is Withered From The Lake And No Birds Sing. For I Sent The Bath Towel To The Wash This Morning, And Omitted To Put Out Another. I Have No Towel.

-Rose Macaulay

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Still I Sojourn Here, Alone And Palely

Rose Macaulay

Still I Sojourn Here, Alone And Palely Loitering, Though The Sedge Is Withered From The Lake And No Birds Sing. For I Sent The Bath Towel To The Wash This Morning, And Omitted To Put Out Another. I Have No Towel.

Topic

Morning

Lakes

Bird

Another Sad Comestive Truth Is That The Best Foods Are The Products Of Infinite And Wearying Trouble. The Trouble Need Not Be Taken By The Consumer, But Someone, Ever Since The Fall, Has Had To Take It.

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Food

Fall