I don’t often get in the mood to write poetry, but this time of year it sometimes happens. Not sure what it is, perhaps the approach of mid-winter, perhaps the shifted angles of light.
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Nature is a savage muse.
I don’t often get in the mood to write poetry, but this time of year it sometimes happens. Not sure what it is, perhaps the approach of mid-winter, perhaps the shifted angles of light.
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This is beautiful, Madison. Almost spiritual! 🙂
Thanks, Celestine 🙂 It’s a very spiritual sort of encounter, actually 🙂