But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. I’ve got imagination. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any word processing or hypertext form. She may address me as “Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity.
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