Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.Robert Frost
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My daughter also has some views on today and what this means for her, five years on. http://youtu.be/G2fLHWoJssU Links Five years on - The qualitative