Now fades the last long streak of snow, Now burgeons every maze of quick About the flowering sqares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow. ~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"For when three sisters love each other with such sincere affection, the one does not experience sorrow, pain, or affliction of any kind, but the other's heart wishes to relieve, and vibrates in tenderness... like a well-organized musical instrument."
~ Elizabeth Shaw ~
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