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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, [...]
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Last Friday our skies were cloudy, warm and interesting, prompting a trip to the beach at sunset with the camera and tripod. The sunset itself was magnificent. It was high tide and the surf was high, too, forcing more than one scramble up on the rocks to save me and the equipment from being soaked. [...]
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The parent looks a tiny bit frazzled and hassled. That may be because these children are no longer little chirping chicks; they’re full-fledged teenagers nearly as big as she, and they expect to be fed regularly. Of course, we couldn’t relate to that, now could we?
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