Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience.
A rustling in the leaves drives him away. ~ Walter Benjamin
digital • 2009 © Lisa Rivas • "Crevice"
Sing to us in the early dawn; 'Tis then thy scarlet throats have drawn
Refreshing draughts from drops of dew, the enchanting concert to renew. — C. C. M.
Refreshing draughts from drops of dew, the enchanting concert to renew. — C. C. M.
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I enjoy the cleaning up – something about the getting of things in order for winter
– making the garden secure – a battening down of hatches perhaps . . . It just feels right. ~ David Hobson
