wagons, rugs being hammered on wash lines, and of days that are long but nights that are longer. He croons songs that unknowingly tell secrets of the men and women of the land. They are beautifully sardonic songs with movements of longing, despair, and teary eyes. He sings of men that are stocky, rough, weathered by hard labor. He sings women that are stifled, battered by their chosen gender roles. In the play Trifles, Susan Glaspell…
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