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I try to walk everyday whatever the weather. Today it was cold and colorless with the promise of more. I had a winter attitude. Colorless too. I passed a playground. It was empty except for a man pushing a girl on a swing. She was at that just-learning-to-talk stage, maybe four. She was stuffed into a bright orange snow suit and tied round and round with the longest scarf I've ever seen. It did nothing to stifle her or her energies. As she swung, she yelled, "I love this! I love this! I love this!" There was no theater in it, nothing coquettish. Language was still too new to her. She kept bellowing it as I passed, until I was out of earshot. "I love this. I love this. I love this." She said it over and over it because it was necessary for her. As bright a thing as that uncomfortable-looking snow suit. She hadn't any notion of adult habits of forgetting life's variety, its simple pleasures, of how easy it is some days to take grim solace in winter limits.
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