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underthewillowsUnder the willows, there is water.
Perhaps they are beside a stream.
Perhaps they are at the verge of a pond.
Perhaps they are growing in clumps on the near side of a stone wall your grandfather built, a hundred yards from the sea which is on the far side of that wall, and you are helping your father dig down until you hit earth that is dark and damp.
There is always water where there are willows.
Perhaps they are beside a stream.
Perhaps they are at the verge of a pond.
Perhaps they are growing in clumps on the near side of a stone wall your grandfather built, a hundred yards from the sea which is on the far side of that wall, and you are helping your father dig down until you hit earth that is dark and damp.
There is always water where there are willows.
