With six pieces of wood, I’m building a life, and my coffin.
—Jarod Kintz
While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to...
—Willa Cather
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