It’s 45F and misting and foggy. Since I couldn’t sit out and paint, I went for a little spin with my coffee and camera. So this:
The world’s a-song
the morning close
as cloud to hill
the green unable
to contain
It’s 45F and misting and foggy. Since I couldn’t sit out and paint, I went for a little spin with my coffee and camera. So this:
The world’s a-song
the morning close
as cloud to hill
the green unable
to contain
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.


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I think I remember a place like that.
I love spring rain and all the green.