Was it a man at all? So, bruised, so bloody. His face horribly swollen from many blow; beard plucked out in places, matted with blood; a crown? of thorns? jammed into his head. The wretched man staggering beneath the weight of his beam - weakening, swaying, falling to his knees, his burden too great!
Oh that hill . . . that craggy hill . . . the appearance . . . of a human skull!
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