Wednesday, December 20
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I sense a certain uncertainty in the pine trees,
Seasonal discontent,
                                quotidian surliness,
Pre-solstice jitters, that threatens to rattle our equilibrium.
 - Charles Wright









  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov