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By nicky_heart
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10/12/2023 23:31:01
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks, my beloved Rosine, rose to her chamber window on this beautiful Friday morning; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every shamrock leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them. Have a wonderful day, sweetheart*kiss*
Robert
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