Posted on 23 Aug 2020
by Laura Bloomsbury
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“Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning’s flagons up,And say how many dew;Tell me how far the morning leaps,Tell me what time the weaver sleeps Who spun the breadths of blue!” Emily Dickinson From such reservoirs we can ultimately fill our cups! This is… Continue Reading “Sunset in a cup”
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