I suddenly had this flashback of a memory. I had a Peanuts cartoon book in French, maybe when I was 13 or 14. Charlie Brown was flying his kite, which inevitably the tree would eat up. I learned words in French from it, like cerf-volant.
Maybe somewahat later, I had a book of poems by Paul Valéry. I was thinking of the young park as a young park, not a young Parque.
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