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Enjoying...
"Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings chat on a February berrybush ln the sun, and I am one.
Such merriment and such sobriety-- the small wild fruit on the tall stalk--
was this not always my true style?
Above an elegance of snow, beneath a silk blue sky a brotherhood of four
birds. Can you mistake us?
To sun, to feast, and to converse and all together--for this I have
abandoned all my other lives."
... Robert Francis
Stitchawl
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