Ashes, ashes

we all fall down....circa 15th century

By Wendy MuskPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Ring around the rosy

Plague steals old and young, then

Births the Renaissance.

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Wendy Musk

Creative curriculum designer/ Director, Shakespeare Repertory/ Author:"Writing By Heart"; "Word Market"; "Global Game". Flutist/ recording artist. Forever student, word lover.

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