I can just hear them, overhead, just from reading this description. Poetry is beautiful. It will take you there. Swan Lake, Swan River, Swan Ocean ‘The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; upon the brimming water among the ston…
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Bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled