“The garden stretched out in a soft drift, colors jumbled any way, an unmade bed of red and yellow and pink. Then… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
“No rustle came from the trees, no insect buzz or neighbors call...The woods were silent in their grief.” — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
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