
"...the air was rich with butter coloured sunlight, not fuzzy but crisp and clear so that every frost-gray tree was set off, the rising hills were not compounded, but alone and separate. There was a penetration of the light into solid substance so that seemed to see into things, deep in and I've seen that kind of light elsewhere only in Greece. I remember now that I had been told Wisconsin is a lovely state, but the telling had not prepared me."
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This is one of my all time favorite books. I love the part where he introduces Charlie to a redwood tree and says something like "it's the tree of all trees".
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