SHE SAUNTERS RIPE WITH THE SEASON
Originally posted on Rumi and the Shadow:
She, like moon with no undue pace but that of her slow wonder, wanders to where the brambles bend and maples bow in homage to their…
Daily Archive: November 26, 2019
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