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I thought that I would have to waitto see what lay beyond the gate,for it was locked and I insidehad vision only garden widewith twig-blurred glimpses through a hedgebarring road and distant ridge.Then suddenly upon my earTruth fell, soft but pure-tone clear.Truth to lead through leafy wallthat never had been there at all.

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