As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no en...
First day of my period, ibuprofen taken, sitting in my room with a cup of ginger lemon tea, the soft glow of a yellow lamp illuminating my desk. Outside, it’s a typical cloudy, fresh Irish afternoon, quiet and serene. Remembering that it’s International W...
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