Tag Archives: Geoffrey Epstein

Worker in Dotage

Posted on August 24, 2019 by

x What can I do but go in search of the rose Although I feel contempt for my persistence? Why can’t I appreciate the twilight of existence? Withered, if appropriate, companionship? x An aged bee, why is that gaunt contemporary … Continue reading →

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