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Sunday, 3 April 2011

Mothering Sunday



I thank you God for this most amazing day, 

for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, 

and for the blue dream of sky 

and for everything which is natural, 

which is infinite, which is yes. 

~ e. e. cummings


To my two wonderful sons, and to my adopted American daughter,

thank you. 

I love you  more than you will ever know. 

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