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"Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay.
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses."
~Saint's Tragedy (act III, sc. 1), Charles Kingsley
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TuTmin | 24-Sep-2012 03:13 | |
J. Scott Coile | 22-Sep-2012 17:06 | |