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VII. 
AOOMAMOZMA, ZHZO 
ANY atime as a child 
I used to lie on my 
back in the grass and 
stare far into the wide 
blue sky above. It 
seemed so soft, so ca- 
ressing, so far away, and yet so near. 
Then, perhaps, a tiny woolly cloud would 
i} drift across its face, meet another of its 
| kind, then another and another, until 
the massed up curtain hid the playful 
blue, and amid grayness and chill, where 
all had been so bright, I would hurry 
