One of the more lovely places I have wandering entered. And such a face,
what graceful anadem to spark ones jaded eyes. The poems, the lay out
and hues all a dream inducing kef. I am pleased with it all, to whatever
extent my opinion may matter. Thus briefly my own contribution...
If ever I should turn to stone
In the hedge rows cold alone
I'd gather little wings from flight
Their evening song my one delight.
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