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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
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Ah, autumn, that wonderful season when the trees are ablaze with red and gold, when summer still lingers in each sunrise, yet every sunset holds the promise of winter. And Norwegian newspapers are full of articles about drunk elk getting lost in gardens and stuck in trees.