"We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere."
"Times like this, with the wind moving the grass and curling around her like a huge cool hand, Tess felt the world as a second presence, as another person, as if the wind and the grass had voices of their own and she could hear them talking."
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Source: Blind Lake. Book by Robert Charles Wilson, 2003.
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