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Like a Stone.

"Gray Fog

A FOG drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold white ghost of the sea—
One by one the hills go out,
The road and the pepper-tree.
I watch the fog float in at the window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the thoughts in my mind.
I put my head on my hands before me,
There is nothing left to be done or said,
There is nothing to hope for, I am tired,
And heavy as the dead."

--Sara Teasdale via @evecastle.bsky.social

Burning.

" 'I cannot remember any of the things that were on my list of things to do. I will just have to sit here and do nothing,' said Toad." --@!frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Woolwich, London, early morning.