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“They slid whispering on meadows washed with wild sunflowers past abandoned way stations empty of all save transfer-punched confetti, to follow a forest stream into a summer country.”

Quote by Ray Bradbury

Book:Dandelion Wine
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Dandelion Wine

Dandelion Wine is a coming-of-age story that delves into the joys and sorrows of a young boy's summer in a small town. The novel captures the essence of innocence and the bittersweet nature of growing up, with vivid descriptions of nature and the changing seasons. more

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Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury, born on August 22, 1920, and died on June 5, 2012, was an influential American science fiction writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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