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   ❤️Good morning!

Sprinkles...💧
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*´*•. ¸♥ Misteɗ ɓʯ Mɑeɗɧɾσs *´* *´*•.♥
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             ` thank you a field mouse and pink xx

 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼 ❤️ 

💦Sprinkles💦

❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️‎Տթɾìղƙℓєs, if Due❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

❤️The Song Of❤️
❤️The Beech Tree Fairy❤️
❤️
The trunks of Beeches are smooth and grey,
Like tall straight pillars of stone
In great Cathedrals where people pray;
Yet from tiny things they’ve grown.
About their roots is the moss; and wide
Their branches spread, and high;
It seems to us, on the earth who bide,
That their heads are in the sky.
❤️
And when Spring is here,
and their leaves appear,
With a silky fringe on each,
Nothing is seen so new and green
As the new young green of Beech.
O the great grey Beech is young, is young,
When, dangling soft and small,
Round balls of bloom from its twigs are hung,
And the sun shines over all.
❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Cicely M BarkerƸ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

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