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As I scuff through the fallen leaves these days, I find my thoughts turning constantly to The Thicket, my former home in southern Indiana. Autumn will be arriving there, too, and I wonder what it must be like there now. Indian summer must bring dreams to the old place of all the years that have gone, and of the seasons past now. I wonder if it will ever be spring there again?
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Hayden, Joan
(1943)
"The Thicket,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
:
Iss.
2
, Article 12.
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