“They had come to the spot in the freshness of June, chased from the village by its people, following deer path through the forest, the valleys, the fern groves, and the quaking bogs.”
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“They had come to the spot in the freshness of June, chased from the village by its people, following deer path through the forest, the valleys, the fern groves, and the quaking bogs.”
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“When I was 10 years old, I wrote a letter to my future self and buried it in my backyard.”
Am on a trip to Mississippi to visit one of my bestest book friends (who is being subjected to and resisting so far my attempts to get her to join Litsy)
This book was on her Ah-MAZING bookshelves (everywhere a book shelf!!!)
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‘How white the moonlight is tonight,' said Anne Blythe to herself, as she went up the walk of the Wright garden to Diana Wright's front door, where little cherry blossom petals were coming down on the salty, breeze-stirred air.
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Almost all the Anne books start in fall. I love that I‘m actually starting this one in spring!
Audrey Clement did not flinch when half a bread roll, thrown with force from one side of Lord de Floures‘ dining table to the other, just missed her.
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#FirstLineFridays Eshonai had always told her sister that she was certain something wonderful lay over the next hill.
"After two miles of walking he came to a town."
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A letter changed my life.
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“They look like grave-figures, the way they move along the dim corridors between the dim rooms. Its is because theirs long habits hide the movement of their limbs and the muted shuffle of their feet on the bare stone tiles, they look like they are gliding, as though it is some outside force that compels them along the dim corridors and between the dim rooms. They nod to one another when they pass.“