And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threadi — John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
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And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threading the air and waters of the sea, that come out of an incomparable darkness, which is also my own.

— John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
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