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“What can we make of the inexpressible joy of children? It is a kind of gratitud…”

“It would seem that emotions are the curse, not death-emotions that appear to ha…”

“When I was fifteen, I felt it coming; now I was sixteen, and it hit. My feet ha…”

“An acre of poppies and a forest of spruce boggle no one’s mind. Even ten square…”