D. (dalaruan) wrote,
D.
dalaruan

she leaves only good wishes behind

Last season's fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding


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