"It is necessary to leave the impersonal highway, to step inside the
rusty gate and close it behind. One is now inside the orange grove, out
of one world and in the mysterious heart of another. And after long
years of spiritual homelessness, of nostalgia, here is that mystic
loveliness of childhood again. Here is home."
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Cross Creek - 1942
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