They were in the Daisy World.... He tried to
move and reach her, but found that he could not take a step in any
direction, and that his feet were imbedded in the soft, damp soil. The
movement which he tried to make spread wide among a hundred others
like himself. They rose on every side. All shared his movements as
they had shared his voice. He heard his whole body murmuring "Daisy,
daisy, daisy...." And she leaned over, bending towards him a slim form
in a graceful line of green that formed the segment of a circle. A
little shining face came close for a moment against his own, rimmed
with delicate spears of pink and white. It sang as it shone. The
Spring was in it. There were hundreds like it everywhere, yet he
recognised it as one he knew. There were thousands, tens of thousands,
yet this one he distinguished because he loved it.
Their faces touched like the fringes of two clouds, and then withdrew.
They remained very close together, side by side among thousands like
themselves, slowly rising on the same great tide. The Earth's round
body was beneath them. They felt quite safe--but different. Already
they were otherwise than they had been.
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