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What the tonight wind had not power to do, to blot out the stars, thy sight did when thou looked at me: like day it blotted out all my guilt. stephanus.atticus
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
Thy sight
Fog...                   From an idea suggested by Pharaohnica                               And with a tip of that cat to                            Carl Sandburg and Robert Frost Invisible to radar, mizzle falls Itself making the distance invisible Sandburg said that fog creeps in on little cat feet But rain-fog is sometimes the entire cat And if you walk outside into the cat Beyond the cat, the paws, what will you find Perhaps, like Schrodinger, the cat is not But then again, like you, maybe it is The mystery is lovely, dark, and deep But we have chores to tend, and they won’t keep
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Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Fog and a Hypothetical Cat on the Fifth Sunday after Pentecost