Minor Keys |
 The Sound of Water |
Past Continous |
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| With the clouds flaming coldly overhead, or the sun piercing in the misty dance, and the land soft and wet beneath the rain, this song of the Samish flats might be the poetry of life, only it is pitched in a minor key, fraught with sadness, yet full of quiet resignation and pathos, the articulate beauty of existence. |