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“Little by little they all gathered around him, entering through the cracks like moonbeams...[b]ut once the wind of misfortune blows, people disperse like little clouds around the moon when the wind blows off the mountains.”

Quote by Grazia Deledda

Book:Reeds in the Wind
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Reeds in the Wind

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Grazia Deledda
Grazia Deledda

Grazia Deledda, an Italian writer born on September 27, 1871, and died on August 15, 1936, is renowned for her depictions of rural life in Sicily. Her works have earned her the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1936 for her 'deep understanding of idealism and of the noble art forms'. more

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