Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow fal...
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That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks ...
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The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but th...
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The sidewalks were haunted by dustghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up,swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice onthe ...
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No,” moaned Tom in despair. “School. School straight on ahead! Why, why do dime stores show things like that in windows before summer’s even over! Rui...
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And they left the mellow light of the dandelion wine and went upstairs to carry out the last few rituals of summer, for they felt that now the final d...
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June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autum...
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Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
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The crisis is past and all is well, the sheep returns to the fold. We're all sheep who have strayed at times. Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning,...
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It was summer and moonlight and we had lemonade to drink, and we held the cold glasses in our hands, and Dad read the stereo-newspapers inserted into ...
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You could see her thoughts swimming around in her eyes, like fish - some bright, some dark, some fast, quick, some slow and easy, and sometimes, like ...
