"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

25 June 2020

Leaped.


I learned to build bookshelves and brought books to my room, gathering them around me thickly. I read by day and into the night. I thought about perfectibility, and deism, and adjectives, and clouds, and then foxes. I locked my door, from the inside, and leaped from the roof and went to the woods, by day or darkness.

Mary Oliver, Upstream

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