daily photo blog by Alicia Millane

Saturday, March 14, 2009

March 14, 2009




But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.

- Charles Dickens

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