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I saw, as if for the first time, the great beauty of the things of this world: waterdrops in the woods around us plopped from leaf to ground; the stars were low, blue-white, tentative; the wind-scent bore traces of fire, dryweed, rivermuck; the tssking drybrush rattles swelled with a peaking breeze, as some distant cross-creek sleigh-nag tossed its neckbells.

– George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo

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