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"Do you re voice

grew soft with tenderness The drea Chiquita of four years

back seeh the unwieldy Chiquita of the

present - "hoe used to fly - and fly - and fly - just for the love of

flying? Do you reht-flyings?

"And sometimes hoe used to drop like stones until we al, friendly little voice

"And the races! Oh, what fun! I can feel the rush of the air now"

"Over the water" Peachy flung her long, sliedy scurrying from her sunlit face "Do you

re over us, shot

with gold and touched with cri under us lined with

criold And then the sunset ahead - that gold

and crih it

some day and come out on another world And sometimes we could not tell

where sea and sky joined Hoe flew - on and on - farther each time -