"We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves."
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves."
-- Robert Frost.
enchanting :)
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I love Robert Frost. :) I haven't been on here in a long time. I hope you are doing well!
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