She was seeing things with new eyes for, somewhere along the long road to Tara, she had left her girlhood behind her. She was no longer plastic clay, yielding imprint to each new experience. The clay had hardened, some time in this indeterminate day which had
lasted a thousand years. Tonight was the last time she would ever be ministered to as a child. She was a woman now and youth was gone.
lasted a thousand years. Tonight was the last time she would ever be ministered to as a child. She was a woman now and youth was gone.
( Margaret Mitchell )
[ Gone with the Wind ]
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