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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.
Slight weekend blogging hiatus to enjoy visitors, great weather, and tons of food!!!
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. – George Sand
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