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For as long as I've been visiting Big Maple Lake, I've seen daffodils bloom every spring at the entrance to the path that leads to the house in the woods, the path that used to be its driveway. No doubt they were planted by the people who lived in that house. Daffodils are remarkably persistent; I wouldn't be surprised if these went on for another 50 years, blooming every spring, and remembering when that house was a home.
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