That seditious activity: being alive
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Two poems by Stephen Crane

I walked in a desert. And I cried, โ€œAh, God, take me from this place!โ€ A voice said, โ€œIt is no desert.โ€ I cried, โ€œWell, But โ€” The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.โ€ A voice said, โ€œIt is no desert.โ€ ________________ I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round...
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