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Along the Shores of Gaol

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I find it a dreary place. There’s always a low breeze piping mournful tunes through the long grass. The sky is always grey and it seems to suck the color out of everything. Drab. The houses here are no more than little huts, like giant toadstools. The few grand buildings, the church, the courthouse, the Lord’s manner, are all dark and towering affairs; their shadows oppress my spirit. There is one portion of my prison which does not depress me however, for there is a wide stretch of beach which I am allowed. I go there often, barefoot on the white sands, sometimes spending the whole day gazing out over the dark and troubled sea. [Continue Reading]