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…the long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer’s growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph, her cascade of water frozen in her urn.
…the long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer’s growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph, her cascade of water frozen in her urn.
