Chicago Flutes

A place for Chicago Flutists to meet :)

What it was most impossible to get rid of was the cruel idea that, whatever I had seen, Miles and Flora saw MORE--things terrible and unguessable and that sprang from dreadful passages of intercourse in the past. She had passed through the dusk. Besides Gleeson won't flog him hard. We continued silent while the maid was with us-- as silent, it whimsically occurred to me, as some young couple who, on their wedding journey, at the inn, feel shy in the presence of the waiter. walked onward, dismayed, wondering whether he had strayed into the quarter of the Jews. My coffin shall be black, Six angels at my back, Two to sing and two to pray And two to carry my soul away. That was a smell of air and rain and turf and corduroy. Great is the stake placed in our hands; great is the responsibility which must rest upon the people of the United States.

Views: 3


You need to be a member of Chicago Flutes to add comments!

Join Chicago Flutes

© 2019   Created by Pandora Pappas.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service