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The Wind’s Words: roundel
Who can say what words the wind has spoken, when cast out in the night, it has its say? Its speech slips out in whispers, clipped and broken. Who can say what language that it speaks, to curse, or pray; … Continue reading
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Early Morning
There is something liberating about waking up early. Not too early, mind you. But earlier than you need to be awake; and if you’re lucky, early enough to see the last of the night disappear in the whitewash of the … Continue reading