I am running across a field of flowers. I have never been this in love before. The wild sweet scent makes her way into my throat and my lungs. My lungs are full with flowers. My bones feel foreign. I see a tree, I hug the tree and it beams. The sun makes my cheeks as red as an apple. A bee passes by, the most melodious buzz. I wish to be as glamorous as her. The soil is warm under my feet and I lay down under the tree, among the grass. The sun's warmth is like a fuzzy blanket and her rays creep in through the gaps between the leaves. A very comforting company. I close my eyes. I have never been this in love before.
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Edwardian First Edition Covers of Lucy Maud Montgomery books.
The Story Girl (1911), Anne of Green Gables (1908), Anne of Avonlea (1909), Kilmeny of the Orchard (1910).
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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 of Green Gables, Lucy Montgomery
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dedicating "ceilings" by lizzy mcalpine to gilbert blythe cause
"it feels like the start of a movie i've seen before / but it's not real / and you don't exist..."
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