The Night | The wagon jolted on, carrying me I knew not...

"The wagon jolted on, carrying me I knew not whither. I don’t think I was homesick. If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, I felt, what would be would be."

- Willa Cather, My Ántonia

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