Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Monday, March 6, 2023

Climate Change

 

The weather should be cooler,
Summer should be gone,
but it seems to be hanging on buy its claws.... 

Autumn, where art thou?


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