all week, the words of Shakespeare (Henry VIII) have been echoing in my head,
"farewell! a long farewell to all thy greatness!"
as applied to fall
also, "of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, it might have been" (jg whitier)
as applied to the latitudinal and longitudinal coordinates of cambridge, ma
and how she unfortunately ended up so far north
the cruel hand of fate knows no bounds