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1 " Fifty yards ahead of us, a doe had come out of the woods. She stepped delicately over one rusty GS&WM track and onto the railbed, where the weeds and goldenrod were so high they brushed against her sides. She paused there, looking at us calmly, ears cocked forward. What I remember about that moment was the silence. No bird sang, no plane went droning overhead. If my mother had been with us, she'd have had her camera and would have been taking pictures like mad. Thinking of that made me miss her in a way I hadn't in years. "
― Stephen King , Joyland
2 " The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down. "
― Helen Hunt Jackson
