Fan blades whirring...
Casting a blessing of artificial
Cool
Fresh
Air...
Casting a blessing of artificial
Cool
Fresh
Air...
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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4 comments:
great piece! definitely a blessing and comfort!
While here we stoke the fires to keep warm!
Hard to imaging the need for cooling when our temps are down towards zero. But it's nice to know that it is warm somewhere :-)
would love to read ur updates..and i ma hapyp to join you in google..
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