Rumbunctious winds...
Flinging a melee of
Wild tango dances...
Simultaneously...
Flinging a melee of
Wild tango dances...
Simultaneously...
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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- Post summer holidays...
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- Wooden verandah...
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- Blemished silver tea set...
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1 comment:
I love the sound of your words, and I am reminded that my limited english vocabulary limits me more than I like to think about. Rumbunctious winds - I love it!
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