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k‡ãi SsKvi of my own, not even a kite or a gown, but I can fly in any sky, at any time, too high from the ground or touch the brooklime. I don’t even mind Is it good or bad?” She said, I didn’t reply I wondered, wondered, wondered, I didn’t even wink She was a brown butterfly without wings. -০ - 75