Mourning dove...
Feathers laden with a spell of rain
Still cooing softly
Intent on
A personal quest...
Feathers laden with a spell of rain
Still cooing softly
Intent on
A personal quest...
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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- He wore his jumper back to front...
- Our cat padding slowly away...
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- Ducted heating hum...
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