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  My father lives in sawdust and solder, he lives in the creaking of my mother’s wooden floors. My father lives in lake tossed rowboats...

一 The leaves of the basho lie curled and brown; the laughter of the plum tree is silenced. 二 Red sun rises on broken...

( Image: Postcard, Laurie Hoffman)

Butterflies emerge ~ molten gold from a sapphire sea. Creation draws its breath in wonder. God smiles. (Image:  In the Butterfly ...

"And then we came out  to see once more the stars."   Dante When we came at last to see the stars we struggled  in vain to...

I saw the end of Antiquity in the faces of men lying murdered in the street, in the failed humanity of leaders of state, in fallen mu...