Daily Writing, 55 – Leisure

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It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done.
There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost.
It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road...

— Florence Bone (1875–1971), The Morning of To‑Day, 1907