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“Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.”

Quote by Elizabeth Goudge

Book:Gentian Hill
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Gentian Hill

Gentian Hill is a fictional narrative that delves into the lives of individuals living in a remote, mountainous region. The story examines the challenges of solitude and the importance of community bonds in a setting that is both beautiful and harsh. more

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Elizabeth Goudge
Elizabeth Goudge

Elizabeth Goudge was a British author born on April 24, 1900, in Kent, England, and passed away on April 1, 1984. Known for her delicate emotions and rich imagination, her works mainly include historical novels and fantasy novels. Goudge's writing often explores themes of humanity, faith, and morality, which have won her a wide audience. more

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