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snow paints my treadpath
beating heart so close to skin
no sleep amidst trees
moonface turns away
pale clouds fold into themselves
cold rain slides to snow
Now
it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.-- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
short-term memory
- Strung and Sleepless
- Elemental Obvious
- Funny Old Word
- In Progress
- PRAIRIE ECHOES: a continuing conversation
- I can feel it coming in the air...
- Winterregnum
- Calls and Letters
- another haiku
- a whim haiku
If
Behavior is our presence in the here and now, how we make our world, then History must be our unshaped clay, the context of our labors. To act without minding History is to act without purpose.2000.03.11
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