"One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering."
Jane Austen, novelist (1775-1817)
Strewn about the vase the petals a vestige of a gone beauty randomly, perhaps Gathering the withered soft and dead dryness the mind but wa...
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