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“The rugged fallow ground under her feet seemed to her to be a symbol of faith — faith that winter would come and pass — the spring sun and rain would burst the seeds of wheat — and another summer would see the golden fields of waving grain. If she did not live to see them, they would be there just the same; and so life and nature had faith in its promise. That strange whisper was to Lenore the whisper of God.”

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Book:The Desert of Wheat
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The Desert of Wheat

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Zane Grey
Zane Grey

Zane Grey was an American author renowned for his adventure novels, particularly those set in the American West. His works, often featuring rugged individualists, were highly popular during the early 20th century. more

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