Late Fall Brew
Riddle of the Silent Guest
–I arrive without footsteps,yet everyone feels me near.I sit at every table,though no chair is set for me here. I can sweeten…
Late Fall Brew
–I arrive without footsteps,yet everyone feels me near.I sit at every table,though no chair is set for me here. I can sweeten…
Late Fall Brew
–I arrive before the feast,but I’m gone before the prayer.I bring everyone together,yet I’m never actually there. I fill the room with…
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