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| From September |
...
when you came downstairs, just awake,
and my joy at sight of you (emerging
into golden day—
the dew almost frost)
pulled me to my feet to tell you
how much I loved you:
...
excerpt from A Time Past By Denise Levertov
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| From September |
1 comment:
Such sweet words and even sweeter photos. I love the sleepy face and light in these photos.
-Katie
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