The Hammock Papers
A forest of things.
29 January 2012
Howls.
Storrs,
Wind
, 1918
Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
- Minna Thomas Antrim
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