Monday, 11 April 2011

April 11th.

It was an April morning: fresh and clear.
The rivulet, delighting in its strength, 
Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice
Of waters which the winter had supplied
Was softened down into a vernal tone,
The spirit of enjoyment and desire.

Wordsworth. 

Blessings, 

Jenny

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