Shadow my one and only searching for dusk on the roads you’re like Bly’s lovers who go home through the dark autumn nights. Here
Under haystacks, an apple orchard nearby, under the silence of clouds lingering overhead, before age and knowing limited us in the cellars of despair
1 In 1700s Prince Carl of Denmark eats Gravenstein apples while visiting the dappled shade of an orchard in Italy. Its rigid trunk offered