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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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{day 325} a wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long
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{day 291} winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all
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{day 277} in all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. in all the world, there is no love for you like mine
