It's a foggy morning on my little mountainside.
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Spending the morning reading some of Mary Oliver's poetry. This one got me.
“The man who has many answers is often found in the theaters of information where he offers, graciously, his deep findings. While the man who has only questions, to comfort himself, makes music.”
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings