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Midori responded with a long, long silence—the silence of all the misty rain in the world falling on all the new-mown lawns of the world. Forehead pressed against the glass, I shut my eyes and waited.

(Translation: Jay Rubin)

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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