"In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
~William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Work In The Morning Is Ruthless
Scald the chilled dawn: desecrate my safe slumber Mauled indulgence sheds my innocent feathers By ten o'clock: great accomplished endeavors But desire sleeps while action wins prized honors
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