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"Well," thought Peggy Ann, "I guess everyone has a struggle to
live."

And then the book fell to the ground, and Peggy Ann dreamed
that she saw roseate spoonbills and white wood ibises, thousands and
thousands of them, (4: p. 448) flying home to their nests from their
feeding grounds; their wings just touching, and looking like pink,
crimson and silver ribbons sailing away into the blue over the waving
sawgrass of the Everglades swamps.