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down there apperared the old willow. Its leaves had just begun to appear about its graceful limbs, and beneath it still grew the wild mint that my sister and I ate so freely of as children.
Around one more bend and through dozens of briar and bramble I caught a glimpse of the house. There she stood, so old yet still so very magnificent. The fence was still there about the yard all rusted and worn, the gate was gone. I walked up to the front porch. There was the same damp evergreen odor about the place I had remembered as a child.
The house was empty as I peeped through the windows. How remarkably small the rooms seemed now. They had seemed endless as a child, and the yard, it too, seemed to have closed in. The beautiful formosa tree that mama had
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