Nature is the only admirable  resource in the world , which  makes forget everything

she was old, she would have total confidence, finally. But look at her: still uncertain.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

Written By Anastasia purea

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