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Taking a break from yard chores. I can't tolerate high temperatures as well as I used to when I was younger.
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Dapple shadows shift
Circling tree, chasing coolness
Sun’s relentless march
To be an artist is this: not to count or to reckon: to ripen like a tree which does not force its sap, but in the storms of spring stands confident without being afraid that afterwards no summer may come. The summer comes all right. But it only comes to the patient, to those who are there as carefree and quiet and immense, as if eternity lay before
... See morefrom Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
Lately it’s seemed to me that you became a kind of sun – that since you’ve been gone I’ve moved through a world with no warmth in it. But my orbit is closed, and everything that passes will in its time return – so I imagine myself moving again towards some heat and light I can’t make out
from Enlightenment by Sarah Perry
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