THE DAFFODILS BENEATH THE TREES ARE FLUTTERING AND DANCING IN THE BREEZE
Walking around and seeing those flowers, I remembered the first strophe of a poem immediately. I had to learn it during one of my first lessons in English. I did not like it that much as I do now. Time flies. As I told before, the past is always with you. Even when you are not conscious about it, it’s still there. Sometimes it will inform you unexpectedly. Well, I think I still know the teacher, the classroom and the position of my desk. I remember she was not beautiful at all, but it seems to me she knew everything from that language. Anyway I am very grateful to her nowadays.
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