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My adventures since I last wrote have been as much as time could contain. I walked yesterday afternoon with Mom and Dad in Central Park. Their pace was often more than I could or secretly desired to keep up with, but it was pleasant. I liked it. Today I returned to my hideout to read and bask in tiny naps. I also got to write to Emily- I felt as if I’ve been talking to her almost as fast as I could the whole of my letter. The sunshine was pretty especially when it speckled through the leaves. Feels like my eyes were holding up the entire sky. Spring is lovely.