Notes from Far Away

Far away from home, far from where I want to be, but getting closer every day.
Jun 08
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A bird among the rain-wet lilacs sings—

But we, how shall we turn to little things

And listen to the birds and winds and streams

Made holy by their dreams,

Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?

-Wilfred Wilson Gibson, “Lament”