But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.
Ernest HemingwayAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 21, 1899
- Died: July 2, 1961
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