The curtain of day lifts in the cold woods
And night fills the void––
How it is
When my light flies away behind hills.
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
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- World Out of Balance
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- Ars Poetica
- Poets of the T'ang
- Cold Front
- Addressing the South
- Glimpse
- Traditional
- Walking Until Dark
- Lingers
- The Happiness of Edzéard Bouffier
- Young Oaks
- In Its Own Time
- As We Like It
- Flight 2646
- The Sky Is Not Enough
- Navigators
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