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. Daffodils by William Wordsworth Yesterday as I sunnily skipped through the park, wrapped in my own … Read More
So Excited, She Can’t Keep Her suitcase Shut
