Ian Mason
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AUGUST 26

It seemed that from the remotest seat
Of the white mountain's waste,
To the bright flower beneath our feet,
A magic circle traced;

A spirit interfused around,
A thinking silent life,
To momentary peace it bound
Our mortal Nature's strife.

The Pine Forest
Shelley



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02:23 AM - Aug 26, 2023
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