From Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library!
My sorrow, when she’s here with me,
thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be;
she loves the bare, withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Robert Frost
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From Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library!
My sorrow, when she’s here with me,
thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be;
she loves the bare, withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Robert Frost
