"And I hate to see artists who are real safe. I love to see artists swing for the fences sometimes."

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So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under.

— Laura Ingalls Wilder