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Monday, July 13, 2009

Illa mihi patria est, ubi pascor, non ubi nascor

I never tire of the fog, I find it consoling, like the rain. It is another layer between me and the world. The light is softer. Sounds are muffled. It pushes one inward.
         (August Kleinzahler)

How I miss home.


Blogger Grisabella said...

I do like the fog too. Though I don't like home all that much!

July 14, 2009 2:21 PM  

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