... Ƥҽσɲƴ Ƥҽɾʄҽcʈἰσɲ ...✿⊱╮

. . . ✿⊱╮. . . ✿⊱╮. . . . ✿⊱╮. . . . ✿⊱╮ . . . . ✿⊱╮. . . . ✿⊱╮. . . ✿⊱╮. . . . ✿⊱╮. . . ✿⊱╮. . . . ✿⊱╮. . . . And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken. Siegfried Sassoon.