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I love this passage from "The Yearling" by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings:
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"A mark was on him from the day's delight, so that all his life,
when April was a thin green and the flavor of rain was on his tongue,
an old wound would throb and a nostalgia would fill him
for something he could not quite remember."
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