and while you furrow like a lioness
Here I dreamt I was Laura Ingalls Wilder/ Louisa May Alcott in the midst of her passionate (though PG) lesbian affair with the independently wealthy harmonica player of a 1920s era Berlin Klesmer band.
There were concerts and there was cholera. Good times.
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Addendum: There is a bagpiper near my dorm, who pipes around the same time (4:30 PM) every week day. I hear him in my naps, I hear her in the eaves, and even now, with yesterday's mooshoo chicken perched on my lap in a goldenrod bowl.
There were concerts and there was cholera. Good times.
...
Addendum: There is a bagpiper near my dorm, who pipes around the same time (4:30 PM) every week day. I hear him in my naps, I hear her in the eaves, and even now, with yesterday's mooshoo chicken perched on my lap in a goldenrod bowl.