***A STRANGER****

FROM “Daughter of a Tree Farm”
CARRIE OLIVIA ADAMS
When children can no longer devote sympathy, owing to growing up. One mind always engaged or found with labour in order to be. Later on the trees acquired winter. Sent and took and did not go out. The weight of never shedding. We anticipated a cure if come willingly. We were unable to carry out nature. These impressions, fresh, often made me to see his life previous, the principal sadness I had to recognise.

We planted trees. We cleared the pond. Gathered different, undisturbed faith. Gradually the steps further and further withdrawing over the hills, beyond the fence row. I was too
weak. I was often driven, but saw no way. I would never go back.

The difference, between us, not because I remained the same, unable to un alter, but taken from the midst, rarely clouded, and the broken. It was this, which woke me open, opened
to an outsider, a stranger.

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