“So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.”
Quote by John Masefield
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Letters to Margaret Bridges (1915-1919)
This book presents a unique glimpse into the intimate correspondence between two individuals, spanning from 1915 to 1919. The letters offer a personal narrative of their lives, thoughts, and experiences during this transformative era. more
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