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I’ve been running scarfed Cinccino in Showdown because I can and this is the most satisfying thing 👌👌👌
Yvan Duque, Islands
It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Green Gables
