How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
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How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

— William Faulkner
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