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I was transported back in time a half century and three thousand miles to a young girl tramping through the remnants of melting snow and slogs of mud in search of the precious first sign of Spring, life springing forth after the long dark winter, to be the first to reward my teacher with the gift of the coming warmth.
diane williamson from United States