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The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
3 comments:
What happened to Moya's hand?
It was such a great night, wish I could have visited longer (darn fog on the mountains!)
Deb- I noticed that too..and I just had my nails done, not sure why I was hiding my hands?
Julie thinks Moya had her camera in that hand. Maybe that is correct ?!?!
Mom
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