"Nothing can be as peaceful and endless as a long winter darkness, going on and on, like living in a tunnel where the dark sometimes deepens into night...
And that night he couldn't sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
And that night he couldn't sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lone...
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