Poetry
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An idle aside
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fadesFor ever and forever when I move. Alfred, Lord Tennyson“Ulysses” My week has been all knitting and unpicking and writing, though thankfully not un-writing, and so today is just a “quote and a picture” day. A remembrance of sunnier moments, further afield, of Continue reading
