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— Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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noun

(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

“Writers often choose accommodation when discussing complex ideas.”

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Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
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he butterfly and I had lit upon,Nevertheless, a message from the dawn. That made me hear the wakening birds around,And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, And feel a spirit kindred to my own;So that henceforth I worked no more alone; But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,And weary, sought at noon with him the shade; And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speechWith one whose thought I had not hoped to reach. "Men work together," I told him from the heart,"Whether they work together or apart."
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