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“Lydia paused, looking out at the forest, now decked with echoes of brilliant hues, and saw, to her delight, what Pit's seeds had grown into. For among the trees and bushes and vines, were the bright gold blossoms of dozens of sunflowers, turning their great beautiful heads towards the sun, and the world was filled with the sweet earthy fragrance of their flowers.”

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Book:Lydia Green Of Mulberry Glen
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