The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.
(Henry David Thoreau)
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Grasses
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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When the snow-girt earth Cracks to let through a spurt Of sudden green, and from the muddy dirt A sn... -
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