Simple pleasures: to watch how the fog shifts and moves, the light rises and falls. I make a minestrone soup, do the laundry, make a pot of tea--with every gesture relishing the quiet, the calm air, the mirrored surface of the sea. A loon floats in the cove at the front of the house and dives in the shallows. Lines of current zigzag outward, carrying the tide out past the islands. Blue clouds, bluer hills--how beautiful the half-obscured world.
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Never a Note in Doubt
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Never a Note in Doubt The harpist sat upon a bankand braced her harp on
stone.She touched her fingers to the stringsone by one and each alone. The
music sh...
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