Nereida, barely four weeks; there were a few drawbacks in growing up with a human surrogate mother, but Nereida's instincts were strong enough to get over them; we spent a lot of time rambling through nature, and she learnd single-handedly to distinguish between eatable and inedible herbs.
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~