May Good Spirits Guide Us
By Louis Alemayehu. Across the autumn sky, the wild geese call out while leaving above the bare arms of trees the warmth is dying in the air arising like ghost from the chilled waters…
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By Louis Alemayehu. Across the autumn sky, the wild geese call out while leaving above the bare arms of trees the warmth is dying in the air arising like ghost from the chilled waters…