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Watching Dandelions Growby Janet Reidin swirls of grey and white on a canvas of the brightest blue. In the distance I hear the symphonies of Chopin and Strauss played upon the rustling leaves and in the fields the gentle breeze plays catch-me-if-you-can, chasing itself among the hay, while swallows gliding lazily hang suspended like puppets on strings we cannot see. And me, I lie here dreaming flat on my back among the grass just watching dandelions grow. |
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