“I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes
before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that was no more bad than
wind and sea and sand lying side by side forever. It was made of all the warm long days
together at the beach, and the humming quiet days of droning education at the school.
All the long Autumn days of the years past when I carried her books home from school.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country, 1955