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Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there-that, one might say, is created. It is the inexplicable presence of the thing not named, of the overtone divined by the ear but not heard by it, the verbal mood, the emotional aura of the fact or the thing or the deed, that gives high quality to the novel or the drama, as well as to poetry itself. Willa Cather
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your landscapping looks swank
love the bird picture…if there was one twig anywhere in the pic I would swear that I heard that bird say “never ending summer”
jb says: Hi susangalique. She usually turns up for breakfast; but that morning there was no doubt about it.