Willa Cather

"In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's."

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Source: Willa Cather (2008). “Death Comes for the Archbishop”, p.293, ReadHowYouWant.com

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Willa Cather

Willa Cather

Novelist, Short Story Writer

Willa Cather was an American novelist known for her vivid portrayals of life on the Great Plains, particularly in works like 'My Ántonia'.

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