Your Friend
Friends… The fields we sow with love and reap with thanksgiving, the bard that plays our favourite songs, the vine that offers us drinks to quench our thirst, and the blanket that shields us from the cold.
Friends… The fields we sow with love and reap with thanksgiving, the bard that plays our favourite songs, the vine that offers us drinks to quench our thirst, and the blanket that shields us from the cold.
My dear muse, I write this for you.
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