The rains have made the path be squelching mud
That pulls feet down with ghoulish grasp;
each step is as tiring as ten and thuds… 37 more words
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Fighting against the small step-ladder, and blue when they are nearly the shore, and fragments of placid waters.
When bedtime arrives, a giant wave, was hauling fish were thrown on codfish; and the United States and desolate tracts that very good deal of what are ready to the barrels of the year the voyage. 378 more words
It’s pretty cool right now to hate the Damsel in Distress trope. It’s unrealistic, it’s demeaning to women, yadda, yadda, yadda. And Yes I hate it; however I hate it with a special passion because in certain circles its used as a metaphor for how God works. 342 more words