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blow the dry leaves

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Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro’ me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me.
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Happy Pi Day!

Four selections:

cÃ¢lin, Emilie, NathaÃ«l, etc. from kea, etc.
Bird feeder and yard, Knox from fourteen places to eat
Stumpen from Peacemans Pixel
untitled from Mareen Fischinger

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blow the dry leaves

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