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“…James gave a huffle of a snail in danger And nobody heard him at all…”  – from The Four Friends by A.A. Milne C...

"... And long, winding fences, and gray, rimy stone, Like living things gleamed; 'til the light faintly thrown, Died far off ...

Thursday night, snow flurried amidst the headlight crossfire during my evening homeward commute.  By Friday lunchtime, we were again ens...

" Oh, to be free of myself,  With nothing left to remember,  To have my heart as bare  As a tree in December;  Resting, as a tree r...

" Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and ...

“We trample grass and prize the flowers of May,  Yet grass is green when flowers do fade away.”  - Robert Southwell, from " Scorn...

  “But in a still life, there is no end to our looking, which has become allied with the gaze of the painter; we look in and in, to t...

" It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine. There were no birds, no insects, no animals, and no wind. You could almost fee...