The New Era

Wednesday, 28 September 2011











That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
 When all at once I saw a crowd,
  A host, of golden daffodils;
  Beside the lake, beneath the trees
 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze (William Wordsworth)

photos by me

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