Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
A whispered wind lifted my hair.
Crunching beneath my feet.
blue shadowed snow sparkled.
“Night is pleasing to us because, like memory, it erases idle details.
A New Refutation of Time”
~ Jorge Luis Borges, Selected Non-Fictions
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