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I never tire of this long path to school.
The weaving of the leaves and soft, gentle shadows...
The path I take to school everyday, is never the same.
Perhaps the size of my shoes has become a little small lately.
Ah!
It does no longer smell after strawberry jam and butter.
Will the schoolgate soon be in sight?
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