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IT was time to walk home from school. And I was feeling afraid again.

I used to love the walk. In the fall there were many-colored leaves to scuff through or pick up. In winter, snow-convered shapes were funny or mysterious, and sometimes ice decorated every branch and twig. Spring was best of all, with its sweet fragrances and new green shoots.

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