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CHILDHOOD

I

THE YEARS COME with their still perspective, enveloping the past in the light of romance.

The old elm trees flock round the tiled farmstead and their silver-bellied leaves dance in the wind. Beneath their shade, and in the corner of the green, is a pond. In winter it is full of water, green with various weeds: and in Spring a lily will open in its centre.

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