A Native American woman watching two ships sail away THE ARCHER I hear the singing of his cyprus bow As comes the Archer down the lonely ways, Through my sad heart his mournful arrows go, Winged with the memories of Summer days. An arrow A despairing Native American woman Gone! CUPID’S FORECAST
NOVEMBER Dull feeling in the air. Unpleasant underfoot for Hearts. Dark, cloudy outlook, with small hope of clearing up. Heavy rain of bills, followed by many terrible male storms. Weather brightens slightly, but stuffy towards Thanksgiving. High winds follow, caused by everyone complaining at once about the weather. A cupid surrounded by falling leaves
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