Nekede
I recall you told mewhen we talked over the air,you would come to see me like a VIP.At Nekede, I’ve with fanfarebeen planning what to show you:an umbrella tree, a bloom here,a crooked path there; yonder a groveclose to it a wellspring, on this side a slopeon that a stream glare.Indeed, madam, I know nothingso charming as this placewhere nature spread so richa mantle under the eyes,yet these…
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