Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos 2021 I grow old…I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do notContinue reading “T. S. Eliot ~ S. M. Hart”
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