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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Edgar Allan Poe
Happiness: a walk along the river with three bits of my heart running around me. Sounds of the river, glow of the moon.
I like the pause that tea allows. – Waris Ahluwalia
Slight weekend blogging hiatus to enjoy visitors, great weather, and tons of food!!!
Baker Farm 