Gone with the Wind

by Margaret Mitchell

Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.

His hair was tousled and his face near geranium with excitement.

but, even in her emptiness, she knew it would have torn her heart to leave these dear red hills and long washed gullies and gaunt black pines. Her thoughts would have turned back to them hungrily until the day she died. Not even Ashley could have filled the empty spaces in her heart where Tara had been uprooted.

“Death and taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them!”