January

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.

~Jean-Paul Sartre

9 thoughts on “January

  1. “But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white–then melts for ever”. Robert Burns – Happy New Year 🙂

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