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The cold never bothered me the snow and ice never fazed the days of early childhood never left me dazed. The rain was always pleasant it brought joy to my senses the sight of damp stone walls were my images of fences. The summer days spent swimming first - like a dog might do but I became proficient once the summer days were through. Autumn days were magic colored leaves came drifting down jumping into heaps of them was delightful I soon found. Seasons of a growing boy lodged deep in memory printed here for you to read thanks for sharing it with me.
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Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
A New England Memory.
The cold never bothered me the snow and ice never fazed the days of early childhood never left me dazed. The rain was always pleasant it brought joy to my senses the sight of damp stone walls were my images of fences. The summer days spent swimming first - like a dog might do but I became proficient once the summer days were through. Autumn days were magic colored leaves came drifting down jumping into heaps of them was delightful I soon found. Seasons of a growing boy lodged deep in memory printed here for you to read thanks for sharing it with me.
david-lessard
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Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
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