printemps

 

“She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head,
and whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.”

 

~ A.A. Milne ~

 

000 printemps 1

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in April 2016.


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  1. “Anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did.” ~ e. e. cummings

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