. In the forest of Arden. And all the time Rosalind sat weav-ing her wild flowers into a loose wreath, I must not take them from thisplace/^ she said, as she bound themabout the venerable tree, as one wouldbind the fancy of the hour to someeternal truth. ^^ Yesterday/^ she added, as she satdown again and shook the stray leavesand petals from her lap — ^yesterdaywas the first day of my life: to-day isthe second/^ It is one of the delights of Ardenthat one does not need to put his whole,^ thought into words there; half the needof language vanishes when we say onlywhat we mean, and what we say is
. In the forest of Arden. And all the time Rosalind sat weav-ing her wild flowers into a loose wreath, I must not take them from thisplace/^ she said, as she bound themabout the venerable tree, as one wouldbind the fancy of the hour to someeternal truth. ^^ Yesterday/^ she added, as she satdown again and shook the stray leavesand petals from her lap — ^yesterdaywas the first day of my life: to-day isthe second/^ It is one of the delights of Ardenthat one does not need to put his whole,^ thought into words there; half the needof language vanishes when we say onlywhat we mean, and what we say isheard with sympathy and and I were thinking the samethought. Yesterday we had discoveredthat an open mind, freedom from workand care and turmoil, make it possiblefor people to be their true selves and tc 55.
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