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Aug. 3rd, 2020 05:50 pm Anyone wandering the grounds today might hear a faint sound of a harmonica, playing a wistful tune.
And if they look up, they might spot Snufkin, up in a tree, mouth-organ in hand.
Occasionally, he will take a fallen leaf and drop it, letting it flutter to the ground.
And if they look up, they might spot Snufkin, up in a tree, mouth-organ in hand.
Occasionally, he will take a fallen leaf and drop it, letting it flutter to the ground.

