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"The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as 
to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk ... 
her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of 
gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity." 
~Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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