My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
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A collection of my favorite subjects: favorite art, my own art, favorite poetry, my writing, vintage le Belle Epoque images and profiles, my passions of preventing abuse, and other features from blogger, Maureen Kavaney Tillman
Very timely in my life right now, love this!
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