Logger
loggerbm.bsky.social
Logger
@loggerbm.bsky.social
an ending, and a beginning.
"I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head................

And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun"
November 19, 2024 at 11:34 AM