"Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

A big bee, a golden furry fellow, crept into a freesia, and the delicate flower leaned over, swung, shook; and when the bee flew away it fluttered still as though it were laughing. Happy, careless flower!
A big bee, a golden furry fellow, crept into a freesia, and the delicate flower leaned over, swung, ...
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