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Of Autumn

How insidious this beauty as cloaks all ending, the reapers breath frosted by the first light of morning. Continue reading

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A Letter to Guinevere

My Lady, It has been already too long since I last felt the tenderness of your touch in such moments of temperate affection, as to not be of this land but of the sun. The table, round and strong, as … Continue reading

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