Nothing is so beautiful as spring – when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

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Nothing is so beautiful as spring – when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

-- Anonymous

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In the next morning, he somehow learned to get into the cycle without crumbling down. He also figured out to ride it backwards. He would move his cycle backwards till he hit the wall, then he would get down, drag it by hands forward and once gain sit on the vehicle with so much of struggle only to ride it backwards again.

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