The ordered intermingling of the real and the dream,— The mill above the river, and the mist above the stream; The life of ceaseless labor, brave with song and cheery call— The radiant skies of evening, with its rainbow o’er us all.
For many years I have poured my thoughts and ideas, onto paper and scraps of card. But now, for the first time ever, I will release my pent up mind juice onto the pages of this Blog.
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