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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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The mists are part of the ancient paraphernalia—

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
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ouls, rolled in the doom-noise of the sea. They bruise the rocks out of existence, then resurrect them.They go up without hope, like sighs. I walk among them, and they stuff my mouth with cotton.When they free me, I am beaded with tears. Our Lady of the Shipwrecked is striding toward the horizon,Her marble skirts blown back in two pink wings. A marble sailor kneels at her foot distractedly, and at his footA peasant woman in black
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