Areopagus Volume LXXXV
Seven short lessons every someday.
Welcome one and all to the eighty fifth volume of the Areopagus. How to begin? With something I saw recently — a lonesome tendril of flowers on a brick wall, sparkling in the rain:
What does it mean? Whatsoever you choose. But mean something I am sure it does. Let the seven short lessons commence...
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