In a message dated 10/15/2002 2:35:23 AM Central Daylight Time,
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<< An hour or more, she stepped upon her cousin’s realm,
shivered and tightened her shawl against the cold winds rising. >>
I love the history, the empathy, the recreation of reality. You put me
there. My only suggestion is that the sound of the last line might be
"against the rising wind." This strikes my ear a little better, Arthur. I
know there is more poetic implication though in "the cold winds rising," but
I think we already know that. Throughout the poem, the progression of the
journey to England works so well, and the sound is, indeed, an echo to the
sense. Thanks for this excellent work. Sue
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