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I just read the following in George Herbert's Temple -

O let no that of any thing;
Let rather brass,
Or steel, or mountains be thy ring,
And I will pass... ('From The Search')

And thought of this,



the view from Camp Casey on Whidbey Island in the Puget Sound. This week I find myself missing pine and mountain and salt water.

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Gfulmore said…
Although mountains can also "turn green" as winter comes - as it currently has in my northern clime...

"Winter came as it does in this valley.
After eight dry months rain fell
And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green for a while."

Miloz
November 25, 2011 at 9:42 PM
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