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    quot;ts us.quot; So to wake our slumbering friend Smaolach.

    e co take isfaction of lying abed on a cers morning under o read at leisure. Bet many o read, I could not imagine my life ot c sten ory old, but if a book ures, t interest.

    y  to toen came back ion of magazines—time or Life or Look—and togeto look at tograp, elbo mine. e stuck togety. Ney did not appeal to tro or Kle, none meant anyteresting face; but trigued by images of cicularly in fanciful or uations, and any pograpural icularly exotic animals from a zoo or circus or in top of an elep caused a sensation, but a boy  alked about for days. Most beloved of all s and cogether.

    quot;Aniday,quot; Onions ;tell us tory about t;

    A brig to stare at ed, grinning fation to t;Little bundle of joy: Senator Kennedy admires er, Caroline, in town ;

    ried to turn tuck ograp;ait. I  to see t;

    C;I  to see t;

    tensely curious about t tance pograpinued, unlike our relentless timelessness. ted us. Despite our many cent boredom retc alloime to pass.

    Kivi and Blomma could spend a day braiding eacs and starting all over again. Or tolen or made from sticks and scraps of cloticular, became a little moto , tucking oy baby in a cradle fasten picnic basket. One baby  or broken limbs of four ot to rinse till it lay plastered against tic scalps.

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    Kivi did not look up from ask, but I could sense t she was crying.

    quot;e are practicing,quot;