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Tuesday, August 28, 2018













Marie Bortolotto 2018

"You breathe it in the summer air,
You see it in the green wild woods,
It nestles in the first spring buds.

it is poetry, poetry everywhere—
It nestles in the violets fair,
It peeps out in the first spring grass—
Things without poetry are very scarce."

-Anonymous

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Marie Bortolotto 2018

Marie Bortolotto 2018

Marie Bortolotto 2018

Marie Bortolotto 2018