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  • On wet days I will go into the thickest parts of the forest, where the pine needles are everlastingly dry, and when the sun shines I'll lie on the heath and see how the broom flares against the clouds. I shall be perpetually happy, because there will be no one to worry me.

    Elizabeth Von Arnim (2005). “The Solitary Summer”, p.5, 1st World Publishing