"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"they ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square of four locked trees which promised cooling; they flung themselves into the shade to taste their lip sweat and contemplate the wildness that had come upon them so suddenly"
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Source: Toni Morrison (2014). “Sula”, p.57, Random House
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