Nevertheless, though the marshy levels were now stiffened with frost, and ice fringes lingered thin and brittle behind each retreating tide, and white flurries of snow went drifting over the vast, windy spaces of wave and plain, some bold, persistent waifs of life clung to these bleak solitudes.
— from The Haunters of the Silences: A Book of Animal Life by Roberts, Charles G. D., Sir
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