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“She wondered if old dreams could haunt rooms - if, when one left forever the room where she had joyed and suffered and laughed and wept, something of her, intangible and invisible, yet nonetheless real, did not remain behind like a voiceful memory.”

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Book:Anne of the Island
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Anne of the Island

This book is the third in the Anne of Green Gables series, continuing the story of Anne Shirley as she navigates life on Prince Edward Island. It explores themes of friendship, education, and personal growth. more

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L.M. Montgomery

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