"How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!"

[Sunday 21st October 2018]


Hmmm. Sunday. Still wavering.  Exercised. Meditated.  Sunshine out, storm clouds within. Desire for change straining at the leash, but change realised measured in geological time. 

[Post title is a quote from 'Go, Lovely Rose' by Edmund Waller]

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