Jack London
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But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come. ✨ Jack London (1992). The Call of the Wild and White Fang, p.58, Wordsworth Editions

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