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“[She was] a strange butterfly which had flown across his garden and which his eyes had continued to follow long after it had disappeared from sight.”

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Theodor Storm
Theodor Storm

Theodor Storm was a renowned German romantic writer, known for his romantic short stories and novels. Born on September 14, 1817, in Husum, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany, he is regarded as one of the most significant German novelists of the 19th century. Storm's works frequently delve into themes of love, nature, and the human condition, and he is particularly famous for his novella 'The Marriage of Figaro'. He passed away on July 4, 1888. more

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