Today will be a mud-boots day. Please recall:
"I said in my heart, 'I am sick of four walls
and a ceiling.
I have need of the sky.
I have business with the grass.
I will up and get me away where the hawk
is wheeling,
Lone and high,
Lone and high,
And the slow clouds go by."
-From Spring by Richard Hovey, 1907
Well that's all.
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