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Thursday, May 01, 2003

May Day



Clouds of ink swirled from the pen of Heaven into the bowl of the sky.



A pear tree bent in the rushing wind.

You don't have to travel far to see the glories of nature, just look around you. (Ossian)

*April and May / Keep far from the say... Ne'er cast a clout / Till May is out... Fair words butter no parsnips... (Ed.)

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