When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Live, like the moment belongs to you
Author: Words From An Unlikely Poet and the follow up, Further Thoughts.
Learning Cultures by Traveling
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a place for poetic-ish ramblings on life, love and happiness ♡
Let your thoughts flow through words.
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- Ich will anonym bleiben -
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.
All Things New England
Musings from a Naturalist
"Something wicked this way comes"
Alternate realities, infinity, pragmatism, business and the esoteric - all in one.