❝ I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.
— Willa Cather, My Antonia (via misswallflower)Posted 11 months ago with 286 notes
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