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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Knotted in heaven upon the fine light

Almond Blossom:

Even iron can put forth, 
Even iron. 
This is the iron age, 
But let us take heart 
Seeing iron break and bud, 
Seeing rusty iron puff with clouds of blossom. 

D. H. Lawrence.


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