beaconofoldtown
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❝Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse❞
Henry always liked to take care of flowers, and Liliana Alarie was one flower that he would take care of for forever.