“There was a downpour coming; Avery could feel it. The wind was already gaining strength, tearing out the last of her hairpins, whipping her dress close to her body. The air was heavy with the scent of rain.”
― Katharine McGee, The Thousandth Floor
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“And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threading the air and waters of the sea, that come out of an incomparable darkness, which is also my own.”
― John Hay, The Way to the Salt Marsh: A John Hay Reader
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