"I write because I must. It's not a choice or a pastime, it's an unyielding calling and my passion."

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The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.

— Opal Whiteley