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Magpie Monday

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, … Continue reading

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Magpie Monday

“Darkness cannot put out darkness; only light can do that…. [H]ate is too great a burden to bear. I have decided to love.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr. Also: “This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.” ~David … Continue reading

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Magpie Monday

Here are some shiny things that caught my eye recently: ♦ Marking Time. I am obsessed with calendars. Not too obsessed, mind you, but I have four wall calendars and two desk calendars at home and another wall calendar in the office. … Continue reading

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Magpie Monday

“I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future—the timelessness of the rocks and the hills—all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone … Continue reading

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