"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay aboveground forever. At first, as they stood there, their hands were clenched together. They relaxed slowly until during the walk back home their fingers were laced in as gentle a clasp as that of any two young girlfriends trotting up the road on a summer day wondering what happened to butterflies in the winter."
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Source: Toni Morrison (1987). “Sula”
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