by Kelly Bearden
Archive | December 31, 2010
Goodbye, 2010
It’s as though Tennyson were writing about the past year, isn’t it? In Memoriam (Ring Out, Wild Bells) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.






