When I was still quite a young boy, perhaps five or six, I was once alone in the front yard of our house, and I climbed to the top of the magnolia tree therein.  I stood with my feet on the last branches that would support my weight and my face uplifted into the sunshine and the breeze.  My hands were grasping twigs in order to steady myself.  My eyes were gazing into the blue. I felt a sensation of dizziness that came both from looking at the sky and from the swaying with the branches. ...
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