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We skirt the pine-clad shores, chary of men, and know how bitterly winter kisses these lonely shores to fill yon row of beaked ice houses that creep up the hills.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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Du Bois highlights the harshness of winter's impact on the coastal landscape.
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