hesadevil (hesadevil) wrote,
hesadevil
hesadevil

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eaves run."
John Keats.


It's much too beautiful to be working on-line, but . . . deadlines, deadlines; the scourge of modern man (and woman).
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