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The wind starts again ... the trees behind us moving their leaves, the sound ripples; ... Loon voice ... the echoes deflect from all sides, surrounding us, here everything echoes.
Margaret Atwood, Surfacing, McClelland & Stewart Ltd., Toronto, 1972, p. 40.
PIACE: Northern Quebec
TIME: 1972
CIRCUMSTANCE:
Birdsong wakes me... I listen, my ears are rusty, there's nothing but a jumble of sound. They sing for the same reason trucks honk, to proclaim their territories: a rudimentary language.
Margaret Atwood, Surfacing, McClelland & Stewart Ltd., Toronto, 1972, p. 41.
PIACE: Northern Quebec
TIME: 1972
CIRCUMSTANCE:
We walk through the green light, feet muffled on wet decaying leaves.
Margaret Atwood, Surfacing, McClelland & Stewart Ltd., Toronto, 1972, p. 50.
PIACE: Northern Quebec
TIME: 1972
CIRCUMSTANCE:
Outside I hear the crunch of wood on wood as the canoe hits the dock.
Margaret Atwood, Surfacing, McClelland & Stewart Ltd., Toronto, 1972, p. 59.
PIACE: Northern Quebec (a fishing village)
TIME: 1972
CIRCUMSTANCE:
I hear the tick tock of the frog hopping up and hitting its muzzle against the jar lid.
Margaret Atwood, Surfacing, McClelland & Stewart Ltd., Toronto, 1972, p. 63.
PIACE: Northern Quebec
TIME: 1972
CIRCUMSTANCE:
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