Wordsmitten Wednesday: Jane of Lantern Hill

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The morning sky was red with trees growing black against it. The old moon was visible, like a new moon turned the wrong way, above the birches on Big Donald’s hill. It was still misty in the hollows.
― L.M. Montgomery, Jane of Lantern Hill

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