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“But that's summer for you. Summer's like walking down a road just like this one, heading towards both light and dark. Because summer isn't just a merry tale. Because there's no merry tale without darkness.”

Quote by Ali Smith

Book:Summer
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Summer

This book delves into the seasonal experience of summer, examining its influence on individuals and communities, through a narrative that captures the essence of this time of year. more

Author

Ali Smith
Ali Smith

Ali Smith, born in 1962, is a renowned British writer. Her works are known for their unique style and profound themes, covering various genres such as novels, essays, and plays. Smith's writing often explores the relationship between individuals and society, as well as the intertwining of history and reality. more

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