THE sun came out, a spring sun, primrose color; not yet too warm in the springtime park, not yet burnt out.
The nurse put down a rug and on the rug a baby of about a year old. Then she returned to a seat, well sheltered by some laurel bushes from the spring breeze, still cool, and opened a book. The baby lay on its back for some minutes, gazing with calm wonder at a sky like a forget-me-not with small thin clouds like puffs of frosty breath. No doubt it had forgotten the sky...
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