He rode with the window partly open because he loved the smell of the pines and the heavy salt air, and in the winter he loved the smell of the cold.
– Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout
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I an si there, especially the last phrase!
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I never thought I’d see a bit of Elizabeth Strout prose a cherry atop an essay I wrote. Nice.
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