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Empires and holy lands
Michael Hulse

Empires and holy lands


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Today we rose early. The autumn smells of wet air and fallen leafage and rotting apples and plums and pears were crisped by frost at that hour. The mist, settled on the hills, did not, I noticed, lift until midday. Today we did good work and burnt six. One was Goebel's girl, Anna, for many here in Wurzburg the city's greatest beauty.