The Wall

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That wants it down.                     – Whitman   Humpty D. sat on it, looking rather stoic, not musing or bird watching, just starkly sitting.   Egg, cannon, alien, boss – perhaps policing construction – does he fall benevolently […]

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At Day’s End

Even on top of the highest dune one cannot see beyond the horizon, only watch how the waves break – and see the water drops rejoin, to become a part of the sea again. Is it not with our life the same? For we cannot see a new tomorrow just how the day comes to […]