hemingway

i found this sentence on march 10th on an airplane in a book by ernest hemingway

i remember the trails up through the orchards & the fields of the hillside farms above the village & the warm farm houses with their great stoves & huge wood piles in the snow

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i remember the smell of the pines & the sleeping on the mattresses of beech leaves in the woodcutters' huts & the skiing through the forest following the tracks of hares & of foxes

i like rereading these sentences because of their relation to memory & their simple but slightly awkward structure