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“He had learned the rare secret that you must take happiness when you find it - that there is no use in marking the place and coming back to it at a more convenient season, because it will not be there then.”

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Chronicles of Avonlea

This book series, written by L.M. Montgomery, is a compilation of tales that depict the everyday life, joys, and challenges of the people living in the picturesque Avonlea. The stories are characterized by their warmth, humor, and the strong sense of community among the characters. more

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