I am in here.
When I was a child, people always told me, especially in the summertime, how lucky I was to live in a house that had such an incredibly beautiful view of the river, wasn’t it though? I always agreed with them, because it was polite, though I could never see what they saw in a view… … Continue reading the view from our house
Bloggy strangeness has been tracked to its lair, and conquered. Now, back to your lives, people! Nothing to see here… move along!
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of … Continue reading The Sound of Trees
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