The voice of forest water in the night, a woman's laughter in the dark, the clean, hard rattle of raked gravel, the cricketing stitch of midday in hot meadows, the delicate web of children's voices in the bright air - these things will never change.
Thomas Wolfe, American novelist
From 'You Can't Go Home Again,' (1940).
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