Of late I deeply devote myself to quiescence.
Nothing in the world concerns my mind…
The breeze from the pine woods blows my sash;
The mountain moon shines upon my harp.
You ask me to explain the reason of failure or success.
The fisherman's song goes deep into the river.
- Wang Wei (8th century)
At some point, I'll finish up my travel journal entries from Cornwall and London, and then post them here, maybe.
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