Andrew
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May 4, 2025 at 2:13 PM
But love is not an ending,
Nor are nightingales
Harbingers.
I don’t care a whit to wit
What coasts are to
Hurricanes, or metaphors,
I love you, again.
Nor are nightingales
Harbingers.
I don’t care a whit to wit
What coasts are to
Hurricanes, or metaphors,
I love you, again.
May 4, 2025 at 2:13 PM
But love is not an ending,
Nor are nightingales
Harbingers.
I don’t care a whit to wit
What coasts are to
Hurricanes, or metaphors,
I love you, again.
Nor are nightingales
Harbingers.
I don’t care a whit to wit
What coasts are to
Hurricanes, or metaphors,
I love you, again.
I think people tend to put too much stock into stile climbing, though it's certainly a worthy pursuit.
April 19, 2025 at 6:30 PM
I think people tend to put too much stock into stile climbing, though it's certainly a worthy pursuit.
Sort of jealous you get to read for the 1st time. I can only read it for the 41st time
April 19, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Sort of jealous you get to read for the 1st time. I can only read it for the 41st time