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“When in the distance the town clock tapped out its brief news — Ah, three o’clock, I thought involuntarily, and felt one or two grains of my spirit die.”

© Mary Oliver. (2004). Long life: essays and other writings. Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Press, p. 85. The sand dab is a small, bony, not very significant but well-put-together flatfish. image: not a sand dab, alas. 


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  1. that completely gobsmacked me.


    and then I laughed and laughed.
    what spirit? which death?


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