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BBetween the lost pocket of time — the one just as winter is ending, spring and summer have yet to begin — time stands still, and the world holds its breath, waiting, waiting, for green grass and blossoms on trees, for tulips and daffodils and everything in bloom, and when it does finally happen, everything is awash in a hazy, golden light, and then everything comes alive again . . .

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