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Feb 10, 2015, 07:08 PM
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My own small storm continues; others who have reached out to me are fighting bigger storms themselves. All of these whirlwinds have brought to mind a very short, 300-year-old poem. It always makes me think of silence and safety. I hope some of you find it worth curling up around. (if not, well, never mind!)
Winter Confinement in Shigaraki Village Last niight's storm was fierce, As I can see by this morning's Thick blanket of snow: Rising to kindle wood chips In lonely Shigaraki Village. ------Otagaki Rengetsu
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Every day takes figgerin' out all over again how to f*ing live. --- "Calamity" Jane Cannary, Deadwood tv series Last edited by Junia; Feb 10, 2015 at 10:20 PM. Reason: Raising to rising |
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Feb 10, 2015, 07:27 PM
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Thanks for sharing. I like that.
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Feb 10, 2015, 09:14 PM
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I love good poetry. And that is beautiful. thanks!
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