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First day back
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. Philip Larkin
Commitments, illness and a general feeling of ennui have left this blog gathering dust since long before Christmas. My camera sulks in a bottom drawer, poetry is paucity, and another bout of lockdown has me hibernating. But Larkin is spot on: ‘where can we live but days‘? And the sun summoned my cabin-fevered body forth for a local walkabout – seeing beauty even in the least of picturesque landscapes of puddled muddy fields under a bright sky.
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I have that hibernation feeling myself and look forward to an end to both winter and lockdowns! Hope you feel better soon.
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It’s going to be a long haul Ingrid – good job we have our diversions!
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I hope all is well now! May we lose lockdowns soon!
Sending you well wishes and many hugs.
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many thanks Marina- they are well-received and welcome!
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🙏🤗
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