Enter the Infinite Rabbit Hole

“The sun was coming up, and a warm shower of gold sprinkled through the clear air; and she did not…”

“The sun was coming up, and a warm shower of gold sprinkled through the clear air; and she did not stir, basking in this gentle warmth amidst the vast countryside all quivering with the rising sap of April.”

Emile Zola

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