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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Nancy Scott

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It had been a long, bleak summer.
Rains came and flooded the valley.
The crops were ruined.

Not once had the poor man taken time
from ploughing or tending the sheep
to climb the moors and lie back in the sun.

His wife whiled away the best hours
of the day reading pamphlets
she borrowed from the preacher's wife.

She never complained but longed for
a holiday at the beach or a stroll
through the gardens at the manor house.

When they married, they didn't know
the path ahead; yet chose it willingly.
Life can feel like a very long time.