Six posts in and this blog is officially old enough to vote. I missed the actual anniversary (April 18), but happy 18th birthday to the version of Pratima that decided she must publish.
On April 18 (in celebration ofc), I went to a daffodil field in Dartmouth, MA at Parsons Reserve. I went last year around the same time, but this time I brought my mom and sister, and we inaccurately recited some poetry.
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Thank u William Wordsworth for your worthy words.
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