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“Candleford Green was but a small village and there were fields and meadows and woods all around it. As soon as Laura crossed the doorstep, she could see some of these. But mere seeing from a distance did not satisfy her; she longed to go alone far into the fields and hear the birds singing, the brooks tinkling, and the wind rustling through the corn, as she had when a child. To smell things and touch things, warm earth and flowers and grasses, and to stand and gaze where no one could see her, drinking it all in.”

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Flora Thompson
Flora Thompson

Flora Thompson was an English novelist known for her vivid portrayals of rural life in England. Born on December 5, 1876, and passing away on May 21, 1947, Thompson's works deeply reflected the changes in English rural society during the early 20th century. more

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