over the north end of the meadow, as I so happened to look that way, and think to say I saw it this way, a thing of beauty for its own sake, that happened not to say a thing. ===========
Wisdom knowledge understood, things essentially random as raindrops, making mortals reared on soft awe expletives
hesitate to say… for some goodness sakes, hope
is any day's substance, hope with no new sign since the Pleistocene
========= Judge a race begun with a rainbow over my valley, our valley, but more mine, for my part as you slept in peace, I watched it fade.
I won a prize I'll not mention, I began by being where I was today.
My advantage, my position on the whirling world, today.
I took a picture, but those are never filled with the experience, are they?