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I have no adequate words for this other than to say it put a whole bunch of joy in my heart. Just what the Doctor ordered, as they say.
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you Emily.
Oh, Robin goes well with elegantly falling snow! Why does that not surprise me! The first kind urge I've had toward the white stuff in a long while... Thanks, Emily. (And Robin.)
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this, Emily! We spent the weekend in NYC frolicking in leaves and green grass, and this afternoon arrived home to find...snow, snow, snow and winter air.
ReplyDeleteGreen grass?! We understand each other.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, of course! I was so happy to find something of yours to share. Such a lovely song.