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On warm summer afternoons, you may often find me sitting quietly in the garden, pretending to be very busy while, in truth, I am watching everyone else go about their work….
This morning, I discovered a little path that seemed to have been waiting for someone to notice it.
It began beside a pond where the water was so still that the clouds had forgotten which way was up. The grasses bowed politely as I passed, though there was scarcely any breeze at all…