Item 01: G. O. Hawkins articles and notes ca. 1916-1919 - Page 54
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[Page 54]
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shreds of loose timbers and torn iron and spouting hang, and sway, and rattle in the wind.
Loosened masses of plaster flop, and torn edges of wall paper flap.
And they flop and flap and clap together, making weird and hollow sounds.
No matter where you may wander in this wilderness of shell wrought destruction you notice again and again the ruin and the similar character of ruin.
Where I almost repeat myself in this plain description, I do so intentionally. For that is true to the fact of seeing things as they really are.
Damp old cellars gape at the pavement edge on each
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