agnesdeer: i don’t mean to pick you apart, you see, but i can’t help it
agnesdeer: trees too
agnesdeer: a wonder to these garden trees!
agnesdeer: some dyer of a distant tree resumes his gaudy industry
agnesdeer: i seated myself beneath a tree
agnesdeer: llévame a los campos con la luz de la mañana
agnesdeer: there used to be a field there in which they used to play every evening
agnesdeer: my worthiness is all my doubt
agnesdeer: anybody who love animals can’t be crazy
agnesdeer: several strange animals about the dwellings
agnesdeer: we saw but few wild animals
agnesdeer: they live in an eternal now
agnesdeer: menagerie to me my neighbor be
agnesdeer: a reservoir of tenderness
agnesdeer: perquè sou tan irreals