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A very thoughtful, a fine little essay worth sharing with you (before it gets yanked off the net) about that fleeting beautiful time. Enjoy!

“Helpers”

little bird ‘assistants’

Words To Remember

“When gold paint flakes from the arms of sculptures,
When the letter falls out of the book of laws,
Then consciousness is naked as an eye.

When the pages of books fall in fiery scraps
Onto smashed leaves and twisted metal,
The tree of good and evil is stripped bare.

When a wing made of canvas is extinguished
In a potato patch, when steel disintegrates,
Nothing is left but straw huts and cow dung.”

These stanzas are from the poem “The Spirit of History”
by Czeslaw Milosz, published in 2001 in “A Treatise on Poetry”

The Porch Light has been replaced with Dancing Hula Bobble-heads

Check this story out from Moonbattery; the evil of the ‘progressive mind’ is almost beyone belief. Almost.

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