Ah, the romance of a picnic--walking along the jagged pathway that monks and skunks have traveled, did we really discuss the odds and ends of a piece of writing, or a piece of cake? Only memory serves the sailor, the servant, the scholar. The rest of us remember the scent of a new morning in Maine's lost coast, splashing with their pals in the deep, cold lake, thinking about the classroom's closed windows with joy.
Ah, the romance of a picnic--walking along the jagged pathway that monks and skunks have traveled, did we really discuss the odds and ends of a piece of writing, or a piece of cake? Only memory serves the sailor, the servant, the scholar. The rest of us remember the scent of a new morning in Maine's lost coast, splashing with their pals in the deep, cold lake, thinking about the classroom's closed windows with joy.
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