I did know that I loved autumn even more than spring. There was something about it that made me feel fond and sad, the way the fields turned gold and all the wild apples dropped to the ground, smelling and wasting. The wind screeching around the house told me the year behind us was gone forever.

— from The Book of Ruth by Jane Hamilton

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