Black squirrel in the pine
above crimson azalea --
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May 09, 2009
A haiku from Virginia
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oh lovely! I never cease to find the colors of the season astonishing, especially after the unremitting grey-browns of winter in a place without pine forest.
Posted by: elizabeth | May 14, 2009 at 10:24 PM