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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write. – Aimee Bender
I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant. – Aimee Bender
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street. – Aimee Bender
It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things. – Aimee Bender