“When I think I am about to forget, I hold my memories…”
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“The crocus sprang forth from your hand / Like the sparrow’s first warble of spring…”
Read More“When I think I am about to forget, I hold my memories…”
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“The crocus sprang forth from your hand / Like the sparrow’s first warble of spring…”
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