loneoceans
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Picture 0012; Wandering on Horizon Road
22 Jan 2008, Tuesday
Another photo taken along the way home. I'm not sure what butterfly it is; might be a grey pansy but I'm not sure. I had to move some stems out of the way. Little butterfly did not mind me very much. Has anyone wished to be a butterfly before, carefree and pretty?
22 Jan 2008, Tuesday

Another photo taken along the way home. I'm not sure what butterfly it is; might be a grey pansy but I'm not sure. I had to move some stems out of the way. Little butterfly did not mind me very much. Has anyone wished to be a butterfly before, carefree and pretty?
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There is nobody on the road But I,
And no beseeming abode I can try
For shelter, so abroad I must lie.
The stars feel not far up, And to be
The lights by which I sup Glimmeringly,
Set out in a hollow cup Over me.
They wag as though they were Panting for joy
Where they shine, above all care, And annoy,
And demons of despair - Life's alloy.
Sometimes outside the fence Feet swing past,
Clock-like, and then go hence, Till at last
There is a silence, dense, Deep, and vast.
A wanderer, witch-drawn To and fro,
To-morrow, at the dawn, On I go,
And where I rest anon Do not know!
Yet it's meet--this bed of hay And roofless plight;
For there's a house of clay, My own, quite,
To roof me soon, all day And all night.
- The Wanderer, Thomas Hardy