John Steinbeck's short story
The high gray-flannel fog of winter closed off the Salinas Valley from the sky and from all the rest of the world. On every side it sat like a lid on the mountains and made of the great valley a closed pot. On the broad, level land floor the gang plows bit deep and left the black earth shining like metal where the shares had cut. On the foothill ranches across the Salinas 1~iver, the yellow stubble fields seemed to be bathed in pale cold sunshine, but there was no sunshine in the valley now in December. The thick willow scrub along the river flamed with sharp and positive yellow leaves. It was a time of quiet and of waiting. The air was cold and tender. A light wind blew up from the southwest so that the farmers were mildly hopeful of a good rain before long; but fog and rain did not go together. Across the river, on Henry Allen's foothill ranch there was little work to be done, for the hay was cut and stored and the orchards were plowed up to receive the rain deeply when it should come. The cattle on the higher slopes were becoming shaggy and rough-coated.
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BlowMeZesty 1 day ago
thanks for making me lose 5:39m of my time!!!
rivasahp89 2 weeks ago
Thank you for taking the time to read the short story, I can't seem to find it any where else on the web!
GoodMusicRoxMySox 1 month ago
wow I am suppose to listen to this and get my homework done???? You sound so F***ed up thanks for no help
dirtgrl1345 5 months ago
you are almost as boring as my comp 2 teacher
davethewave1223221 10 months ago
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pricklyheart 1 year ago
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paparotzie 1 year ago
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sneeky11 1 year ago
you should have bongos keepin the rhythm to your beatnik reading. Thank god you don't do audiobooks.
Myuzishin 1 year ago