The Sheer Poetry of Dullness

Quotidian. Mundane. For most of us, it's the relentless repetition and ordinariness of the sun also rising and setting. But make no mistake, it once started in the fertile soil of dreams. And, somehow, a tendril of hope remains in the ground beneath our feet, no matter how scorched it has become by the cycling … Continue reading The Sheer Poetry of Dullness

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