Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?
Henry David Thoreau (2016). “A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers”, p.251, Xist Publishing
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