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and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer
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...these are little scraps of magic & when you paste them together you get a memory of something fine & strong, she said...
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the sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night
