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a song, at midnight

His whistling rises with the moon;
softened trills and murmurings
grow louder in the dusking sky,

drift across my ceiling, down
into my waiting ears. 74 more words

Poetry

"Music, as the beauty of sound..."

“Music, as the beauty of sound, proceeds from a transcendental affirmation that is beyond all self-hood. Music in nature does not differ, in any essential way, from music in art. 67 more words

Music

N is for Nightingale

Our pace of life forces us to reduce, simplify and condense volumes of factual information. The immense amount of data in our lives forces us to codify, categorise and define. 605 more words

A To Z Challenge

KEY STOLEN. ASSUME BAG GONE. I FAILED.

When Jen Heyward solves the Chapter 4 cipher on p122, the solution is…

AVOID GRAND CENTRAL. KEY STOLEN. ASSUME BAG GONE. I FAILED.

What exactly happened?

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S

Nightingale Dear

In dark woods I hear your voice
Singing a song for someone near,
How amazing you make him feel
When you sing for him nightingale dear. 106 more words

Nature