Tag: John Steinbeck


Winter Garden 12/9/2017 Act V: lie torpid a winter of discontent laying on of hands I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen. John Steinbeck “The Winter of our Discontent” 12/9/2017 It is snowing this hour. I rushed outside to take notice. Imagined the designs of power. A white…

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