Barbara KingsolverBecause I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.
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When I saw the bell-tolling as I walked through the little town of Andover on my way to school, that morning in 1922, I was troubled. The bell tolled as it had tolled on that other morning, and yet someone had come between us. A new and terrible thing had come between him and me and it was this: death.
Source: The Poisonwood Bible
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