"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside."
"I cannot remember back to a year in which I did not consider myself to be a writer, and the younger I was the bigger that capital 'W."
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Source: Maud Hart Lovelace (2011). “Betsy and the Great World/Betsy's Wedding: Betsy-Tacy Series”, p.22, Harper Collins
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