Kategoriarkiv: Alfred Tennyson

November dusk

(Days with Tennyson, after computer crash and death.)) November this year is so soft and cosy! It’s like being wrapped up in silver grey velvet. For me the month began with I was cast away from my  daily routines. I could … Läs mer

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