that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
Today (The First House Xmas 2019)
“Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination for melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.”
Patti Smith
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