I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’

 

Lewis Carroll
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Did you ever know, dear, how much you took away with you when you left?

C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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