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In truth? I just wasn't inspired today. It felt more like exercises empty of emotion. Momma said they'd be days like this... The first duty of love is to listen. – Paul Tillich You aren’t just the age you are. You are all the ages you ever have been! – Kenneth Koch Readers are plentiful; thinkers are rare. – Harriet Martineau The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. – H.W. Longfellow Above the Arctic Circle A thousand stars hide in the sunshine, sparkling off waters, their brilliance washed out by warming rays that will not set; yet, they whisper to the gathering that glistens: in six months we'll still be twinkling; when you are bored take time to look up and listen. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.283] (8.desember.2021) Ten. I was happy at ten. 1: already walking. 2: already talking. 3: tears and forgetting. 4: quickly forgotten. 40: fresh flowers to tend. 50: spent gardens; lost friends. 60: searching and traveling. 70: tomorrow now trashed. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.284] (8.desember.2021) Harriet reads labels Oh... Sixty calories. So, Do I dare? Should I indulge—sport a peppermint bulge. Readers are plentiful; are thinkers rare? Yet, books seldom read, opinions oft said. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.285] (8.desember.2021) Hmolscience Protons, electrons the forces of attraction as spin separates each atom, sorted to it's own world. How order is scattered as entropy diffuses falling from great heights like rain from dimmed lamps. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.286] (8.desember.2021) |