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Conger Reynolds correspondence, February 1918
1918-02-20 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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brown grass, and roads that are black or grey black, according to the state of the weather. Here and there will be a white frame house of no particularly attractive outlines, a red barn, red sheds, and a grove of leafless, twisted trees. All this at this time of year. Here one sees fields that are a mosaic of yellow and brown and gold squares and rectangles pieced together like a quilt spread over the gently undulating terrain. The highway is a ribbon of white bordered by even rows of tall, slim trees, every one the same distance from its neighbor and all looking alike. Isolated farm houses are rare, but in the picture are always two or three villages nestling in a valley, half - hiding behind a ridge, or standing out at a hill-top cross-roads. The houses cluster in a seeming lack of any arrangement. Their white walls and red tile roofs stand out against the background. They are old, and look comfortless at close range, but they somehow have lines that make them pretty to look upon. Where there are groves the trees are dark green pines, or if not, they are
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brown grass, and roads that are black or grey black, according to the state of the weather. Here and there will be a white frame house of no particularly attractive outlines, a red barn, red sheds, and a grove of leafless, twisted trees. All this at this time of year. Here one sees fields that are a mosaic of yellow and brown and gold squares and rectangles pieced together like a quilt spread over the gently undulating terrain. The highway is a ribbon of white bordered by even rows of tall, slim trees, every one the same distance from its neighbor and all looking alike. Isolated farm houses are rare, but in the picture are always two or three villages nestling in a valley, half - hiding behind a ridge, or standing out at a hill-top cross-roads. The houses cluster in a seeming lack of any arrangement. Their white walls and red tile roofs stand out against the background. They are old, and look comfortless at close range, but they somehow have lines that make them pretty to look upon. Where there are groves the trees are dark green pines, or if not, they are
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