tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137809872238752435.post8656110191337475832..comments2023-07-07T04:38:37.959-04:00Comments on Defective Typewriter: UntitledThat Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765235570000493668noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137809872238752435.post-43078264205410320832010-01-09T12:13:04.926-05:002010-01-09T12:13:04.926-05:00Beautiful. And very apropos for us right now, eh?...Beautiful. And very apropos for us right now, eh?Reehttp://hotfessional.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137809872238752435.post-86215699606598841862010-01-08T09:01:09.731-05:002010-01-08T09:01:09.731-05:00There are other moments like that. For me, it'...There are other moments like that. For me, it's standing out in a truly dark night and seeing the sky lit by the thousands of dangling stars with the smear of the Milky Way from one horizon to the other. And one feels small. But it looks like home.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137809872238752435.post-32841325940473578362010-01-06T22:39:56.397-05:002010-01-06T22:39:56.397-05:00There is profound truth in this poem. As much as I...There is profound truth in this poem. <i>As much as I hate winter</i>...I have stood outside in a silent landscape covered in white...and been in awe of the simple, beautiful artistry of nature...and reminded of how little we are in it all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com