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I find you in all small and lovely things in the little fishes like flames in the green water, in the furred and stupid softness of bumble-bees fat as laughter, in all the chiming radiance of warmth and light and scent in the summer garden.

Winifred Holtby

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Winifred Holtby
Age: 37 †
Born: 1898
Born: June 23
Died: 1935
Died: September 29
Author
Journalist
Novelist
Suffragette
Writer
Rudston
East Riding of Yorkshire
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Stupid
Flames
Small
Fats
Furred
Water
Fishes
Bumble
Light
Lovely
Softness
Littles
Laughter
Radiance
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Garden
Scent
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Summer
Bees
Things
Green
Warmth

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