My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
-Robert Frost
(Photo by A)
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
-Robert Frost
(Photo by A)
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
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