| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what. ~ John Galsworthy, The Forsyte SagaSpringtime in Switzerland, another place I have never been except through the eyes of my brother and his little camera.
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