I find myself mind-boggled with the news and events of the days, and so I come to Yeats.

God guard me from these thoughts  men think

In the mind alone;

He that sings a lasting song

Thinks in a marrow bone.

Circling in the Light

“Hope is the thing with feathers” – Emily Dickinson

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