17 December 2010 ~ 0 Comments

Where Is Or a Question of Nature

“Tweet”, said the bluebird to the flower The dandelion smiled while counting each hour: “The wind blows cold, the nights are long” The singing of the lark as the wind cuts through the grass: “It’s morning! It’s day! The night has passed!” The sun smiled at the clouds as they slowly passed: “The ducks swim […]

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