Mostly Forlorn Moments
So Long, Solitude! No direction or sense of place. First, become lost, maybe then, found Now unbound, fall into the hands of...
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So Long, Solitude! No direction or sense of place. First, become lost, maybe then, found Now unbound, fall into the hands of...
The Sea Over the shrub, over the trees Past the mud, out into the sea White horses Gallop between Deep blue, all Steered by...