"The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end"

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I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence - the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse's breathing.

— Lauren Oliver