Tree fern in our garden. I climbed up a ladder to get a photo from above.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
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- She tried hard to be like the others/she struggled to catch a ball/she never quite managed a cartwheel/after much practice she stood on her head./When she grew up she turned to science/she thought she would turn the world upside down/after a while she realised that the world had stayed in its proper place all along/and she was still standing on her head.
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