“If Agnes ever noticed Alice's silence, she never said anything to break it. It was understood time spent in the garden was quiet time. Like a library, her mother once mused as she glided through her maidenhair ferns. Though Alice hadn't ever been to a library- to see more books in one place than she could imagine, or hear the whispers of collective pages turning- she almost felt she had, through her mother's stories. From Agnes's description, Alice imagined a library must be
a quiet garden of books, where stories grew like flowers.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart
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