For there is a language of flowers for flowers are peculiarly, the poetry of Christ (Christopher Smart) א ב ג ד ה ו ז ח ט י כ ל מ נ ס ע פ צ ק ר ש ת
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Monday, 4 July 2011
Golden grass - a beautiful withering
It was a golden grass kind of day on Saturday - a nice poetry. We walked through the park at cattle point with its curious lupin seed pods.
ending up at the oldest residence in Victoria, Tod house.
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