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leaves：but there must have been a very strong sun overhead，for this green daylight was bright and warm．It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine．There were no birds，no insects，no animals，and no wind．You could almost feel the trees growing．The pool he had just got out of was not the only pool．There were dozens of others-a pool every few yards as far as his eyes could reach．You could almost feel the trees drinking the water up with their roots．This wood was very much alive．When he tried to describe it afterwards Digory always said，“It was a rich place：as rich as plumcake．”
The strangest thing was that，almost before he had looked about him，Digory had half forgotten how he had come there．At any rate， he was certainly not thinking about Polly，or Uncle Andrew，or even his Mother．He was not in the least frightened，or excited，or curious． If anyone had asked him“ Where did you come from? ” he would probably have said，“I’ve always been here．” That was what it felt like—as if one
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