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358
A man needs an evening walk with his reflections. Where the world returns to him his thoughts, refined and cleansed.
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321
It has been a strangely pleasant Winter this year with very little of the usual Polar qualities experienced as in earlier Seasons. As though not content with her reputation for cold has Nature adopted a more affable temperament. And from a light rail bound for Newcastle, enjoying the features of an afternoon entify into evening, […]
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188: Good morning, Sunshine
I flatter myself that she combs the Earth each night by candlelight until I am found Or rising first reserves her glow until I’m slipped of my slumber sound. But she feigns a gladdened expression looking lastly where I have always waited I am the one dismantled, my overlooked hopes with thee over the hills […]
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116: The wood, the hills, the valley
Awake at no hour atypical, but of an acute proceedings in effect I became increasingly aware. Sensitivities at fresh mornings issue, seemed quickened above a common reflex. A quiescent surcharge had overnight mingled the blood, and bade some stirring semblance of rapture, begin its corrective undulations surge deep and wide the full cellular tapestry in […]
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90
My housemate returned last evening from a wandering abroad, whose soothed expression of renewed prosperity has recalled my own souls fondness and suitability for the trekking life that has survived the nights dilution. Thus I am riding a gentler, more aerial tone of humour this morning that threatens to lift me further into elations giddying […]
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61
At last, I have reached that age the elderly folk often would depict, where I fain envy no more than simple pleasantries, such as a book and a cup of tea, to see out my evenings. If it be, as indicated it would, within my refined want and most essential influence to improve the moment, […]