Answer:
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Step-by-step explanation:
Grace was as beautiful as our mountain was in April, prettier than a blossom of wild phlox or a mountain daisy.
She was as solid as the jutting cliffs, I thought, and as durable as the mountain oaks.
Two of these oak leaves dropped onto Grace's ripe-wheat-colored hair.
And I knew she had the durability and the toughness of a storm-battered mountain oak.