copyright-free image from the Graphics Fairy.
Bright, bright, restless bright, through the sun-burnt meads
Wavers the butterfly.
Ever across its path a pilot invisible leads
A Sylphid fleet of the thistle's light nd feathery seeds
And August passeth by. Edith Matilda Thomas
Ever across its path a pilot invisible leads
A Sylphid fleet of the thistle's light nd feathery seeds
And August passeth by. Edith Matilda Thomas
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