Hello to everyone or anyone who's made their way here from anywhere in the ether. What's here? Mostly misspellings. Maybe a tune or two. Or a poem now and then, but not mine. And certainly not regular posts. Just occasional ramblings and a boon or two. As below.
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!
Oh my goodness. You have a blog! I only just realized that the blue names mean you can connect to another blog. Silly me. This is great. I love the photo of Carrie smelling tomatoes. And I adore WILD nights.
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Oh my goodness. You have a blog! I only just realized that the blue names mean you can connect to another blog. Silly me. This is great. I love the photo of Carrie smelling tomatoes. And I adore WILD nights.
And keep this up. Let's spur eachother on. You are so amazing Mark.
Love,
-m
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