"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Shady flies
With the sun beaming down, some flies take to the shade of my sunflowers.
With the sun beaming down, some flies take to the shade of my sunflowers.
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