Every April, when the wind blows from the sea and mingles with the scent of lilacs, Landon Carter remembers his last year at Beaufort High. It was
1958, and Landon had already dated a girl or two. He even swore that he had once been in love. Certainly
the last person in town he thought he’d fall for was Jamie Sullivan, the daughter of the town’s Baptist minister.
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