"From far,
from eve
and morning
And yon
twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life
to knit me
Blew hither:
here am I."
A. E. HousmanMy recent past, cryptically.
"From far,
from eve
and morning
And yon
twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life
to knit me
Blew hither:
here am I."
A. E. Housmanwww.flickr.com
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