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“The year is a book, isn’t it, Marilla? Spring’s pages are written in Mayflowers and violets, summer’s in roses, autumn’s in red maple leaves, and winter in holly and evergreen.” - Anne of the Island, L.M. Montgomery
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“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” - Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
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“I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.” - Anne's House of Dreams, L.M. Montgomery
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“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.” - Anne of the Island, L.M. Montgomery
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“Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.” - Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery