The willow tree is dying, and I, so of myself, would ask what I might do to save it. As if a tree should not be seen as glory laid so low in western winds, so slow to loosen at the root, opening to the sky, returning to the earth. The host of shade and […]
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One knows the fragrant page of an old book, the reliable creak in the wooden floor, the wobbly traverse of a cobblestone street, the flow off the edge of an eavestrough. One can see into a dusty sunbeam, the waddle of the train, the bleat of the lamb, a groan in the mast, the lightening […]
James Scott Smith 