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This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.
-Ted Kooser
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Sometimes Solitude, a good book, a needlework project and a Beautiful Day are all that's needed to fĂȘte one's existence.
Happy Belated Birthday to me!
Wishing everyone else as about as good a Summer Saturday in New England as it gets.
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