follow the glassy green shine
rippling on the water
beneath the hemlock boughs
wind through the shadowed canopy
splitting the low summer sun into splinters of gold
flecks flitting in the rivulet ethereal fish
swimming to the open of the inland sea
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( Just a reminder that these are my opinions. You're entitled to your own.) I started reading The Artist’s Way (hereinafter abbreviated...
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The Book: The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow Citation: Graeber, David and D., Wengrow. 202... -
Apologies. I did not post a poem on December 20th, 2021 ... I suppose I was bound to miss a day sooner or later, but this is the first time ...
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