The Larkspur Horne

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Tell Me the Direction to the Garden (For I Have Lost My Way)

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Posted 8 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

Lightless Morning

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A September Rain at 3:30 a.m.

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Posted 8 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

A Poem to Keep Away the Storm

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Posted 8 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

Branch in the Midnight Gale

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Posted 8 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

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