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![]() Full Value—The Glass Mountain: A FablePosted on: May 9, 2016
NEW SANTA FE, MISSOURI, 1875 The old mountaineer sat on the porch facing West. Not yet fully blind, he savored a strange blizzard of light: it had a pleasant, high noon heat, as white as angels flocking, say, or musket wads fluttering in a desperate fight. "I wish I was back there among the mountains again," he told the little neighbor girl Agnes. "You can see so much farther in that country."
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