Steve Flynn, Sue Talbot and their daughter Madeline are off to the Gunflint Trail; we're watching little Mylo while they're gone. So far he's a no problem cutie!
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Emily Dickinson
WILD nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
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