and then our exile

Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
--from Sonnet CII

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I feel sad. I've just realized that all these beautiful children I went to grade two with are Kuffar. And so many of them have turned escapist, retreating to obsessions with drink, drugs, and sex as fortresses away from reality. Some are suicidal.
Really sad, in fact. It was a great school, really it was. But people devolve. That's right, Lara: devolution. ^_^