"I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village."
Shirly Jackson
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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