"A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream."

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Source: Thoughts on Religion and Other Subjects.

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Blaise Cendrars

Poet and Novelist

Blaise Cendrars was a Swiss poet known for his innovative style and exploration of freedom, particularly in works like 'The Prose of the Trans-Siberian Express.'

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