Sabbaths – VII
Sabbaths - VII Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how little in this...
Beyond Cartography
A Poem by Trout Black
We ask
Later
Listen.
But actually
Cartographers,
Our lives can be like that,
The challenge
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There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.