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“Oh my God, of course she was Lily—and she was sickeningly beautiful. Suddenly, I was even more nauseous than usual. I was going to vomit all over myself and be dubbed hurl-girl for the rest of eternity. I was going to throw up all over Lillian Hunt. - Nicole Abbot”

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“The edge of something mostly buried in the sand caught the sun, and I bent to pick up a pearl nautilus. Simple and uncomplicatedly lovely, a pearl nautilus whispered its beauty. It wasn’t showy like a cameo or frog shell, with their twists and nubs and variations. It never competed for attention, but it held and reflected a prism of light that perfectly complimented its surroundings. Someone else may have overlooked a pearl nautilus, but I preferred it. - Nicole Abbot (Whisper of Light)”

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“Fra poco ci sarà la nostra apertura di caccia ma prima, per il censimento della selvaggina, lo porterò sull'odore dei forcelli e sono certo che non sfigurerà nella sua prima vera ferma. Poi verranno le beccacce... No, non sogno carnieri abbondanti, ma un andare lento nel bosco d'autunno con lui che sarà il mio ultimo cane da caccia, che ancora una volta mi porterà una beccaccia che rinchiuderà in sé foreste, spazi, cieli lontani e misteri della vita. Paesi e sogni di giovinezza per me, ora che il mio tempo scende al tramonto.”

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