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 golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. - Rochester Airport gallérie photo 
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Samantha Lacy ღ, 18 April 2010
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