Turn little Sportsman, turn thine eye
To wound the gaudy burtterfly:
And thus prepare thy playful aim
For furture Yearn more tempting game
September a is big transition in a place with real seasons. I recently learned that my neighbor is butchering cows and now I know what hunting smells like.
Image is from Room 26 Cabinet of Curiosities, DO NOT go there unless you have several hours to spare.
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