~ Ernest Hemingway
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i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
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5 comments:
mmm, hemingway. this site absolutely makes me ache.
i know that i've read that.. but i can't recall which novel it was!
i love hemingway.. his discriptiveness bores some, but utterly impresses the hell out of me.
it's from "a movable feast". Bored by hemingway? perhaps those who are not in touch with their souls!
trans: nothing wrong with aching!
awww earnie
he was born and raised just 45 minutes from my childhood home. ive been to his old house. its been converted into a museum honoring him (of course) its a small house. he is still so very much there. you can feel him
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