Finishing up a paper in the sun! It's not so bad with the birds singing and the hum of the windchime bells.
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The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell
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