Lawnmower churns a snowdrift of fallen dogwood blossoms into uneven layers of makeshift hoarfrost. Winter: it just hangs in there.
Lawnmower churns a snowdrift of fallen dogwood blossoms into uneven layers of makeshift hoarfrost. Winter: it just hangs in there.
“To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.”
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