A Song for Kew Gardens

 "Thus one couple after another with much the same irregular and aimless movement passed the flower-bed and were enveloped in layer after layer of green blue vapour, in which at first their bodies had substance and a dash of colour, but later both substance and colour dissolved in the green-blue atmosphere." 


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Maxfield Fleishman

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  1. Miz DettmerFebruary 21, 2021 at 5:53 PM

    Maxfield, I can't access these. It says I am denied access when I click on the links? Any suggestions to fix it?

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  2. Krishnan VenkateshFebruary 21, 2021 at 10:25 PM

    Mr. Fleishman, same here. How about posting a (Youtube?) link.

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