I roam the whole universe from here. - Han-shan
Totally immersed in Frank Stanford these days.
"When you take the lost road
You find the bright feathers of morning
Laid out in proportion to snow and light"
Posted by sam of the ten thousand things @ 1:55 PM
We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos. - Jack Gilbert
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