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Many People Must Live And Die Alone, Even In Winesburg.

It Is All Right You're Saying You Do Not Need Other People, But There Are A Lot Of People Who Need You.

The Fruition Of The Year Had Come And The Night Should Have Been Fine With A Moon In The Sky And The Crisp Sharp Promise Of Frost In The Air, But It Wasn't That Way. It Rained And Little Puddles Of Water Shone Under The Street Lamps On Main Street. In The Woods In The Darkness Beyond The Fair Ground Water Dripped From The Black Trees.

I Go About Looking At Horses And Cattle. They Eat Grass, Make Love, Work When They Have To, Bear Their Young. I Am Sick With Envy Of Them.

Nothing Gives Quite The Satisfaction That Doing Things Brings.