blossoms

‘ “Isn’t that beautiful? What did that tree, leaning out from the bank, all white and lacy, make you think of?” she asked.

“Well now, I dunno,” said Matthew.

“Why, a bride, of course–a bride all in white with a lovely misty veil. I’ve never seen one, but I can imagine what she would look like. ‘

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