Sea mist creeping...
Like phantom snowflakes shimmering
Mystical white out
Like phantom snowflakes shimmering
Mystical white out
The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
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1 comment:
I appreciate where you are coming from, it can appear mystical.
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