Anne Shirley
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"Birds do not often sing in Semptember, but one sand sweetly from some hidden bough while Gilbert and Anne repeated their deathless vows. Anne heard it and thrilled to it; Gilbert heard it, and wondered only that all the birds in the world had not burst into jubilant song..."
Anne's House of Dreams, L.M. Montgomery
yes, i got a library card at 4am just so that i could read anne and gilbert's wedding. and what.
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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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Gilbert Blythe being like "guess I'll die" after the girl of his dreams rejects him and then actually almost dying for real is the most iconic thing I've ever seen. Bare minimum if you ask me
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heart-swelling
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"December ... Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamor--the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises ... Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw ... Great silences, austere and searching."
-LM Montgomery, The Blue Castle
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Barney Snaith is now the blueprint
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Walter Blythe & Gilbert Blythe
"He patted Walter's head and Walter caught his hand and hugged it. There was no one like Dad in the world."
(Anne of Ingleside by L. M. Montgomery).
"People said he had never been the same since his son was killed in the Great War."
"...we have our memories of him and souls cannot die. We can still walk with Walter in the spring."
(The Blythes Are Quoted by L. M. Montgomery)
I look for you in every star.
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𝐚 𝐮 𝐭 𝐮 𝐦 𝐧
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December ... Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamor--the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises ... Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw ... Great silences, austere and searching.
L. M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
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