Again this Tuesday past, as with numerous Tuesdays gone, I was making my way to the office to start another day. (Last night, Sophie was reading me passages from this book she was reading and the (Old?) English was beautiful; so dignified, so formal. I attempted to start this entry in the same manner but I don't think it's a task my grammatical
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speaking of languages - I've rekindled my passion for Robert Frost's poetry. Man is he a genious! The words are so simple but it leaves you breathless, or at least pondering the magic of the words - as with most good poetry/poets.
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