“The spring of that year had been a long queer season. Things began to change and Frankie did not understand this change. After the plain gray winter, the March winds banged on the windowpanes, and clouds were shirred and white on the blue sky. April that year came sudden and still, and the green of the trees was a wild bright green. The pale wisteria bloomed all over town, and silently the blossoms shattered.”
— Carson McCullers, The Member of the Wedding
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