A darkish sort of day, as we move deeper into January. The temperature is dropping and the wind is rising. This is literal, not a metaphor (but it could be).
Spotify sent me this today. I like it. It's like four different poems, read forwards and then backwards, like a tide. In this days of extreme weather, the first verse seems particularly apt.
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Royal York Rangers Records (1800s) Formed in 1807from the Royal African
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