Summary
Let there be a sky of blue streaked with the whitest of clouds: a pasture spangled with the brightest of buttercups: an old water meadow bordered with ancient trees and place to sit beneath a cluster of venerable oak branches.
Then let the blackbird begin his song. May's first day brought all this delight in the Broadmeadow valley, a haven of perfect peace.See the full content of this document
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Always, in this place, the ...
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