"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
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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.
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