Waking in the night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing.
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The leeks
newly washed white,-
how cold it is!
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All day in grey rain
hollyhocks follow the sun's
invisible road.
Basho
"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver
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