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Bēhance

  • By Fallen Breath
     
    By Josephine Cardin
     
     
    "That time of year thou mayst in me behold when yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang upon those boughs which shake against the cold, bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang." William Shakespeare