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I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!
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winter
dark
new-england
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William Faulkner |
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...the air has that bracing autumnal bite so that all you want to do is bob for apples or hang a witch or something.
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new-england
fall
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Sarah Vowell |
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"The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape. ("The Triumph Of The Night")"
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winter
new-england
freezing
ice
new-hampshire
snow
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Edith Wharton |
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Another historical peculiarity of the place was the fact that its large mansions, those relics of another time, had not been reconstructed to serve as nursing homes for that vast population of comatose and the dying who were kept alive, unconscionably, through trailblazing medical invention.
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new-england
small-town
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John Cheever |