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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Walk in our woods with me

Between the woods, the afternoon is fallen in a quiet swoon

 

  The sun looks down from quiet skies 

 

 

to where a quiet water lies 



And silent trees stoop down to trees.






AA Milne, The Mirror

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