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This song of the waters is audible to every ear, but there is other music in these hills, by no means audible to all…. On a still night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks, sit quietly and listen … and think hard of everything you have seen and tried … Continue reading qotd
The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you– Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am … Continue reading Theme for English B
It occurred to me last night, listening to the wind through the open window through the bare trees on the hill opposite, that the quality of the sound must change throughout the year as the trees grow and lose their leaves. It happens so slowly that it can’t be noticed unless you’re listening for it … Continue reading Sound
Well I certainly disappeared, electronically, last night, which is the reason for only one measly post yesterday. We had a power outage at the house. Hence, a restful evening. We live down a very “picturesque” street, as Ruben knows. This means that the road is narrow and meandering, and the power lines are buried, making … Continue reading Outage, and innage
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