I am… I am but the star dust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

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"In the lonely hour of noon the little naiad sat with her water-pitcher at the spring... sending forth from it the warbling brook." Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~

“In the lonely hour of noon the little naiad sat with her water-pitcher at the spring… sending forth from it the warbling brook.”
Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~

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