harlequin

Husband, parent, scrambler of words

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In silken ways the whispered wind played merry with the leaves of trees
Said one unto the other, it is the leaves that move
The other seeing different declared it was in fact the breeze
A third whose view did vary more affirmed for all it is the mind that moves

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This is the first thing I have understood
Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.
- Philip Larkin