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Show CHRYSALIS pA G E 1 -1- Monday morning. Out in the early morning traffic, the foxhunting, deer-stalking, big-game traffic. It must have reached 90 degrees already. Funny, that in this noise and heat I should be thinking of a song I learned in the third grade: White coral bells upon a. slender stalk, Lilies-of-the-Valley grace my garden walk. I have not felt well lately. Nothing definite, just a sort of fatigue, an irritation. The doctor will probably tell me I have some terrible illness. Maybe it's the heat I feel popping like electricity through my body. If only the current in my head would turn off. The doctor said it's only nerves, it's all in my mind. I |