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Stillness All the trees stand ***** without a quiver in even the smallest of their branches. Yet, for what these silent elms make up in quiet, a rollicking robin cannot suppress his excitement, about the dawn of this new spring day and the arrival of the morning sun! With quavering voice, he rolls out his rhythms.
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
Stillness
Stillness All the trees stand ***** without a quiver in even the smallest of their branches. Yet, for what these silent elms make up in quiet, a rollicking robin cannot suppress his excitement, about the dawn of this new spring day and the arrival of the morning sun! With quavering voice, he rolls out his rhythms.
ah spring
will-moore
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
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