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“A piece of rusty pump and a pile of stones,--all that was left of the place he and Marthy had called home. Home. What a big word that was. Lots of attempts made lately to belittle it. Plenty of fun poked at it. Young folks laughed about it,--called it a place to park. Everybody wanted to get some place else, seemed like. They'd find out. They'd understand some day. When they got old, they'd know. They'd want to go home. sometimes in their lives everybody wanted to go home.”

Quote by Bess Streeter Aldrich

Book:A White Bird Flying
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A White Bird Flying

This book is a narrative that delves into the complexities of self-discovery and change, weaving a story that transcends the ordinary. more

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Bess Streeter Aldrich
Bess Streeter Aldrich

Bess Streeter Aldrich was an American author born on February 17, 1881, and died on August 3, 1954. Known for her depiction of rural life in the American Midwest, her works, such as 'The Little City', have become classics of American literature. more

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