8.08.2011

Victorian

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
The resting of the breeze upon my hair
Which fell like raining from this lofty roof
It lays now like the lot of worldly care
Old yet lovely, colorless and aloof.
a postscript is here written:
Photo pilfered wretchedly from here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/violen/6008200424/

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