Early Sunday, and heading up to an island in Lily Bay on Moosehead to help a friend close up his camp before the ice comes in. As I'll be out of internet range today I will only leave a brief offering from a Bangladeshi poet to ponder:
'I am ashamed of my emptiness,'
said the Word to the Work.
'I know how poor I am when I see you,'
said the Work to the Word.
Rabindranath Tagore
(1861-1941)
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