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How all starts…
I don’t understand anything in life. Where is life stuck, what to do next, sometimes it seems that life is over. Since childhood, it has become a habit to remain silent. Sometimes life seems very good, sometimes it is very bad. Tell the truth, this is the name of life. Coming slowly
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Gemstones
“I’ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he’s gone and why,” the worthy woman finally concluded. “He doesn’t generally go to town this time of year and he never visits; if he’d run out of turnip seed he wouldn’t dress up and take the buggy to go…
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Fossils
She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees.
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Etcetera
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place.
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