David Given Schwarm

Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, And will no more reply to winds or fountains, Or amorous birds perch’d on the young green spray, Or herdsman’s horn, or bell at closing day; Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear Than those…

tl;dr Jack one

a very interesting word…

“The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.”~ Alfred Adler