tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698908.post112547973546095087..comments2023-07-03T16:56:27.379+08:00Comments on Something to Sing About: August and Everything AfterThor Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878840824838222815noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698908.post-1125640413295251572005-09-02T13:53:00.000+08:002005-09-02T13:53:00.000+08:00Good ol' Whitman had it right all along. Thanks, ...Good ol' Whitman had it right all along. Thanks, M.Thor Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06878840824838222815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698908.post-1125633205361847752005-09-02T11:53:00.000+08:002005-09-02T11:53:00.000+08:00Stumbled across this. It reminded me of you--a wri...Stumbled across this. It reminded me of you--a writer temporarily lost for words, a thinker gone momentarily blank. Be well, sweetie. <BR/><BR/><EM>How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,<BR/>Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,<BR/>In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,<BR/>Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.</EM>Margiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04654732966994056141noreply@blogger.com