CMP Review 2024-11-01

November 1, 2024

Though my kin from earth are fled
Yet the same woods & rills & trees
Murmur & sing in the same sweet breeze
& I can sit in the forest bower
& solace my heart with some wild flower
That looks from the green grassy ground
At the dead leaflets strewn around
Speaking thought voiceless & empty of sound
Bidding all gloomy care depart
Soothing the passions & calming the heart

— Charlotte Brontë

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