Soft as...


On certain evenings in November
silence rings as loud as thunder;
soft as love, the light falls down,
a grace upon the frozen ground.

henrymitchellbooks.com

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  1. I love this - felt that way when I was out by my barn last night just as the sun was almost completely set- I did not want to go back up to the house...

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  2. ...those evenings, Marianne, when you wonder if you just kept walking into the silence...

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  3. Exactly...but "I have promises to keep, and miles to go..."

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