Be Obscure Clearly-E.B. White

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

all one could ever desire

One lovely morning in April a small girl rests mid-run on a bench alongside the Mississippi. As the wood ducks and canadian geese court one another, she sheds her winter chill and embraces all of the world into her heart, falling madly in love with every inch of it.
at 11:00 AM
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