Bunthorne, the poet: "Do you yearn?"
Patience, the milkmaid: "I yearn my living."
—W.S. Gilbert, Patience
We're looking forward—impatiently—to The Lamplighters' performance this weekend!
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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