And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost — John Steinbeck
And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost — John Steinbeck
And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost — John Steinbeck
And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost — John Steinbeck
And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost — John Steinbeck
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And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.

— John Steinbeck
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