Wednesday, October 19, 2022
Each time we get together my smile gets a recharge.
Let the round dew a whisper make,Welling on twig and thorn;
And only the grey cock at night
Call through his silver horn.
And you, dear sisters, don your black
For ever and a day,
To show how sweet a raven
In his tomb is laid away.'
-Walter de la Mare
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