tiffany trent
each time I go domicile and depart it another time, such a compound welter of sentiment seizes me. I can't articulate I'm sorry? it funds to see the mountain unhurriedly catching fire, the superiority of light over the whitening sycamores. It's stiff to recognize and harder to duplicate in cyberspace with sap. But then came this gift in my correspondence beginning my much-loved triciascott, which explain it all a good deal more flawlessly than I ever possibly will.
every one
Even currently this site is assembling.
The hills cast a shadow. The oxen
snooze in their blue repression,
the countryside having be
selected unsoiled, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the unfruitfulness
of harvest or pestilence.
as well as the wife openness out the transom
through her hand wholesale, as in recompense,
and the seeds
discrete, gold, calling