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“But she is happy. Huddled by the fire All recollections of the dim grey day Dwindle to nothingness, and she forgets That in the street outside the rain which falls Muddies the pavement to a greasy brown. That, in the morning she must start again And search again for that which will not come.”

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Katherine Mansfield
Katherine Mansfield

Katherine Mansfield was a New Zealand-born British writer renowned for her short stories. Her work is celebrated for its concise, direct style and profound insight into the details of everyday life. Although her writing career was brief, her influence on literature has been profound. more

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