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But she never questioned — could we try to understand? — if sodden or dry, frozen, or assaulted by softball-sized hail, her children lagged, remained silent, while ours, leaping from puddle to puddle, snowbank to frozen pond, fearless and weatherproof, soaked, sweaty, exalted: “Alive! Alive! We’re alive!”

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i wish i had been taught grammar better so that the technical aspects would make more sense.

But then --and would I curse the fulfilment of a wish? --would the subtle, magical music of a sentence, singing its way, subtle and soft into the paintwork of consciousness be lost; and would I cry out beneath the harsh light of literary vivisection: "Bliss! Bliss! Give me back bliss of ignorance!"

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