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But in the wood there were powers in wait for her: the troubled hush of a thousand fir-trees; a light so changed, so subdued from its own lively ardour to the dark solemnity of that which it had entered, that the child’s spirit, brooding and responsive, went out from her and was liberated.

Nan Shepherd, from The Quarry Wood (E.P. Dutton & Co., 1928)