Category: Thoughts
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When
Even a feeble ray of sunlightlights up my day, still cold now dressed more warmly. The warm hues of the beech hedge contrasting with the evergreens:my very own Indian Summer in tiny scale. As I work from kitchen, I see my gardener Stefano doing his work keeping it groomed. Leap-froggingly removing old leaves, opening the…
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Thoughts
As the seasons turn, the mild harvest days shorten and become clear yet cold. The house feels cold, because it is cold. I focus on my distractions: feeble steps into Spanish, into photography, into playing the piano. Expecting it would bring me relief, yet I’m no longer blissfully unaware of my incompetence in these areas.…
Maesland 
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