# Thoughts

The springtime rain had left the evening clean and sparkling with drops of water.
I leaned against the fence , my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with an English Rose. and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time,and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another.

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