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“Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his belly to the sun, steeped in heat.”

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Book:Doublefields: Memories and Stories
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Doublefields: Memories and Stories

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Elizabeth Enright
Elizabeth Enright

Elizabeth Enright was an American children's literature writer, born on September 17, 1909, and died on June 8, 1968. Her works are known for their rich imagination and profound insight into the psychology of children, making significant contributions to the field of children's literature. more

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