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1 " As though in a dream Edward opened the door, and she sprang lightly in beside him. Her furs swept his check, and an elusive scent, like that of violets after rain, assailed his nostrils. "
― Agatha Christie , The Golden Ball and Other Stories
2 " … I began to understand that there were other things all round me waiting until I was able to perceive them. The Call of Wings "