14 May, 2021 9:23 AM On the front porch for a breath of fresh and then back inside to do my thing for a while. I loved translating Gabriel Garcia Márquez for class yesterday. I described it to someone as the experience of getting to work with 500 thread count fine cotton sheets…the drape, the…
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Good Night, Robert Burns
Good night, Robert Burns, though we’ve not formally met. I pass you all the time, aware of you, yet only on the occasional New Year’s eve do I give you true consideration. Until this evening…when I caught you looking out over our city…this evening when the sun was dialling down to a gentle horizon glow…
Consider the Lilies 