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I really enjoyed how Strout used sensory language to signify the progression of the season changes rather than directly telling the reader what season it was.

“The leaves were half-gone now. The Norway maples still hung on to their yellow, but most of the orangey-red of the sugar maples had found their way to the ground, leaving behind the stark branches that seemed to hang like stuck-out arms and tiny fingers, skeletal and bleak.” (89)

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