“George, I wish you’d look at the nursery.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I don’t know.”
I will tell you something. I saw two roasted fowls flying, they flew quickly and had their breasts turned to heaven and their backs to hell, and an anvil and a mill-stone
Long before gold was discovered in the Sierra Mountains, the pristine forest, hills and valleys lay in green and golden repose, as yet untouched by the hand of man.
In this land of yesterday, meadows were carpeted with flowers, gently waving grass, dense forests and snow-capped hills.
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