"Gazing on beautiful things acts on my soul." Michelangelo
The frost creeps close, another winter sighs, And shadows lengthen on the pasture land. My bones, like weathered fence posts, creak and rise, A symphony of aches I understand. But still, within this worn and weary frame, A flicker burns, a stubborn, hopeful spark.…
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