The New Yorker
The New Yorker
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“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
If only it would end there.
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