Abstract
The young branches of the poplar trees moved lazily, wrapped in the pale blue spring, embraced by a soft breeze. [...]
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The young branches of the poplar trees moved lazily, wrapped in the pale blue spring, embraced by a soft breeze
How many times in those years had I stopped the car in that little grassy space and taken a shortcut which led to the courtyard at the back of the house
Time seemed to stand still, allowing me to admire the shadows created by the windows which, depending on the season, were either wide or half open in their monotonous succession of fear or of desire for the sun which invaded without pity and assailed the façade during summer afternoons or else brought a little warmth and some temporary relief from the fog of winter
Summary
The young branches of the poplar trees moved lazily, wrapped in the pale blue spring, embraced by a soft breeze. The young branches of the poplar trees again moved lazily the day that Antonio received his degree.
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