Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Seasonality in winter doesn't have to mean sleep-inducing, stew-like, starchy casseroles.
Yotam Ottolenghi
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A. A. Milne
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Kate McKinnon
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay