Fallen Leaves
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Pitchfork Papers - 1st October 2021 🍂
#79
"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves or none or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang."
Sonnet 73 ~ William Shakespeare
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