_...summer’s
golden
dance
leaves
me
breathless..._
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
_...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
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