Dust rising on air – Breezes carry scent of meat. Essence of the Fest. My lord, my lady, Sir, or Mistress, “Good morrow!” Hawkers cry out wares. Circlet of flowers On my head with dragonfly; Nature’s regal crown. Amber tinted … Continue reading →
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