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Marino MariniAbout author
- Author's profession: Sculptor
- Nationality: italian
- Born: February 27, 1901
- Died: August 6, 1980
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They captured in their ramble all the mysteries and magics of a March evening. Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence -- a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears. The girls wandered down a long pineland aisle that seemed to lead right out into the heart of a deep-red, overflowing winter sunset.
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