I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July. ..

My girls: Norma & Klara




Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take a Life that wearies me.     

Samuel Taylor Coleridge



























































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