... Outside the door Icould hear the hum of the bees as they flew homeward, the wind-harpplayed in the yellow pines its softest, sweetest music, and I scentedthe odor of honeysuckles and roses far away...
Virginia Sharpe Patterson 「Dickey Downy」
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