"This year is growing old gracefully, just like a stately old lady
who knows she can be charming even with grey hair and wrinkles... How quiet the woods are today, not
a murmur except that soft wind purring in the treetops! It sounds like
surf on a faraway shore. How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I
love every one of you as a friend."
~ Anne of Avonlea, chapter 10
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