November 2010
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woodlandcreature:
In May my heart was breaking- Oh, wide the wound, and deep! And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep. And when it came November, I sought my heart, and sighed, “Poor thing, do you remember?” “What heart was that?” it cried.
—Dorothy Parker
fieldmouse:
Here’s a clip of a new song we’re...
