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I knew when a moment was rare, when it was so good that you would carry it inside you forever. From the moment I passed through the screens into the garden nothing was real, and everything that was in it was better than I had hoped for. The seeming timelessness was part of it. Dropped out of nowhere into this still beauty, one couldn't have known it wasn't 1905--or even 1705--except for the electric and telephone lines harsh against the sky. |