by
Richard Henderson

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Dear Alice This is of course, only a fairy story, just a summer romance. It is about a real man called Wiggy, though it doesn't record what he really did; only perhaps what he'd like to have done in another existence in a separate world. But the treasure is real, and maybe one day you'll find it yourself, if you search for it bravely with all of your heart. Meanwhile, dream on my darling : the summer of childhood soon passes, with the turning of seasons, and often hearts grow cold. Perhaps there is still time yet, to go Chasing Charlie
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