“Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m settin’ off, but not without my muse”
The Lakes
“Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m settin’ off, but not without my muse”
Everything I Never Told You 
Dear Tosha. I prefer a large lake like Lake Superior, maybe the sea. Would be nice to live in Big Sur, California. Be near the sea, surrounded by the forest and be able to create. Hello dear friend. I hope you are doing well. Have fun and be safe.
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I hope you get to live there one day. ❤️
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
MAY HER MUSE TREAT HER KINDLY!
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Thanks so much
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