I’m fond of poetry, but often forget to give it my time. I’d like to share one that I find tranquil, in this time of stress and worry. It is from a little book I picked up the last time we were in Port Angeles by Mary Oliver, called Twelve Moons. The poem is the [...]
“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” by Henry David Thoreau
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