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“I couldn't sew on a day like this. There's something in the air that gets in the blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers would twitch and I'd sew a crooked seam. So it's ho for the park and the pines.”

Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Anne of the Island

This book is the third in the Anne of Green Gables series, continuing the story of Anne Shirley as she navigates life on Prince Edward Island. It explores themes of friendship, education, and personal growth. more

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Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lucy Maud Montgomery was a Canadian author renowned for her children's literature, particularly the 'Anne of Green Gables' series. Her works are celebrated for their refreshing style and profound insights into human nature. more

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