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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