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  • It was the summer of 1978 or maybe it was 1979. I was playing in the woods near my house. It was an adventure before tea time.

    Stepping through brambles and over ditches, the air became filled with the floating white seeds of dandelions. It was like leaving Narnia.

    I sneaked back out, later that evening, but the air had cleared.
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