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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
-Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
Her world was the colour of petals :
Pale white and pink and softly glowing
-Neil Gaimon, Cinnamon
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things, they let things go.
- Mary Reufle