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The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

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Katherine Mansfield
Age: 34 †
Born: 1888
Born: October 14
Died: 1923
Died: January 9
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Poet
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Wellington
New Zealand
Katherine Mansfield Beauchamp Murry
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What happiness it is to listen to rain at night joyful relief, ease a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together in the sound of the fast-falling rain. God, looking down upon the rainy earth, sees how faint are these lights shining in little windows, - how easily put out.
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