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Apr 2019
...summer’s
golden
dance
leaves
me
breathless...

‘It was a girl playing a harp, like in an orchestra. It was in this tree at our campsite. And since it was breezy weather that weekend, the girl’s arms were almost always turning.’
- Paul Fleischman, Whirligig
annh
Written by
annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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       Muzaffer, Perry, Traveler and Suzy Berlinsky
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