Seeing through the mist

It's early in the morning. Outside my window darkness lingers. It's quiet. These hours are probably the only time when you can walk through the neighborhood and not see the luminescent glow of television. The morning newspaper that calls for attention has not yet arrived. It's a good time for reading and pondering other things.

A few minutes ago I finished reading something that was written eighty-seven years ago. The year was 1902. It's not a year that immediately stands out. The only thing I could at first associate with that year was the end of the Boer War in South Africa.

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