It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Summer, Mt Tabor
Stairs in warm shade your arm on my thigh a single leaf falls softly from the pooling sky.
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