246 – Could we be richer?
This morning was just crisp and clear and still and beautiful. I wanted to drink in the air the way I can remember drinking the …
This morning was just crisp and clear and still and beautiful. I wanted to drink in the air the way I can remember drinking the …
This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of …
One day you’ll look to see I’ve gone For tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun Some day you’ll know I was the one But tomorrow may …
If we were the size of butterflies, we would be able to rise up in the cool stillness of the early morning. We would be …
Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? — Emily Dickinson The day couldn’t get …
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