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a matter more natural to leafy June, absurd as 

 it really is, but now, even if forced to wallow in 

 deep snow that blots out the familiar beaten 



path, still your reward is certain. The woods 

 in winter ! There is a ring in the very words 

 that is exhilarating. The individuality of every 

 tree is now pronounced. The smooth, wrinkled, 

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