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My name is Allison MacKenzie.
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Where I was born, time was toldnot by the clock or the calendar...
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...but by the seasons.
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Summer was carefree contentment.
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Autumn was that bittersweet timeof regret...
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...for moments that had endedand things that were yet undone.
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And then winter fell...
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...with a cold mantleof caution and chill.
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It nipped our nosesand our arrogance...
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...and made use move closer to thewarm stoves of memory and desire.
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Spring was promise.
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But there was a fifth season...
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...of love...
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...and only the wise or the lucky onesknew where to find it.
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Hey, mister,which way to Peyton Place?
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Go up this road, about two miles.You'll come right to the town.
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Thanks.
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