“Dear old world… you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.” L.M. Montgomery
In that pure spring dawn, When I went out to walk slowly, The nature of earth revealed itself. Green shone every distant hill, Birds were weaving melodies, The dew sparkled on the plain. Smoke rose along sweet paths, Some human…
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