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They started off the porch, and [she] felt the poems moving with her into the street, like a singing. (p309)

— Jo Sinclair The Changelings (1955)

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The first spring after the death is unbearable. Its inexorable, complete awakening. Its compulsive memories. Its intolerable mockery of beauty.

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The word Depression faded from the American air, but in her it would never fade completely, she knew that. (chapter Five, p177)

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How fast the evening had passed, with its newnesses boxed one within the next like constantly opening flashes of excitement. (book 3 chapter 5)

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