January 2, 2019
January 5, 2015
January 13, 2014
January 13, 2020
January 15, 2018
January 17, 2014
January 18, 2016
January 23, 2015January 27, 2014
January 28, 2019
January 29, 2018
January 30, 2019
February 3, 2014
February 6, 2014
February 6, 2017
February 19, 2019 |
February 27 , 2017
jxf |
September 18, 2017 September 19, 2014 September 21, 2015 September 22, 2017 Septemeber 23, 2013 |
September 26, 2016 October 6, 2014
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November 15, 2016 November 16, 2015 November 18, 2013 November 19, 2014 November 20, 2017 November 21, 2014 |
November 26, 2012
December 4, 2017
December 5, 2014
December 7, 2018
December 8, 2014
December 9, 2013
December 19, 2019 December, 21, 2015 December 22, 2014 December 23, 2016 December 28, 2015 December 29, 2014 December 30, 2014 December 30, 2014 December 30, 2016 January 2, 2019 The other day
I rowed in my boat
a free even lovely
young lady
and as I plied the oars
she sat in the stern and
there was nothing but she
between me and the sky.
June 19, 1840 |
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2022
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