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  in strings and festoons— but above that: one opaque stone of a cloud just on the hill left and right as far as I could see; and above that a red streak, then icy blue sky!

It was a fearful thing to come into a man's heart at that time: that stone over the little blinking stars they'd set there. 

APOLOGY

Why do I write today?

The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it:

colored women day workers— old and experienced— returning home at dusk 