Is there a more beautiful and magical place on earth? Words fail it, as do these photos of our outing today.
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The title of this blog comes from the William Blake poem, INFANT SORROW. My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. ************************************** I'll be posting here about my family, my writing, my garden, and anything else that comes to mind. For specific information about my books -- reviews, school presentations, etc. -- check out http://jillhwolfson.blogspot.com
The title of this blog comes from the William Blake poem, INFANT SORROW. My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. ************************************** I'll be posting here about my family, my writing, my garden, and anything else that comes to mind. For specific information about my books -- reviews, school presentations, etc. -- check out http://jillhwolfson.blogspot.com
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About Me
Books on my iPod
- Jane Eyre
- A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson
Books on my Nightstand
- Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro
- What is the What by Dave Eggers
- The Dead Beat and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituaries by Marilyn Johnson
- The Collected Stories of Isaac Bashevis Singer
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