Welcome, November

 “Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,

That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,

How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,

Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you

From seasons such as these?”

 (Shakespeare, “King Lear” III.IV.35ff)



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