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Amazing view! I love the color palette you're wearing. You look like a lighthouse. You are the light that guids my lifeboat. I'm am eternally grateful. 🙏

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thanks patti for your sweet remembrance of times past. Not passed. dave p red poppy arthouse.sf

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Wishing you well ⭐️

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Hi Patti, Thank you for the photos. My husband and I will be traveling to Martha's Vineyard end of next month. We've never been and seeing your photos makes me really happy we are going. So peaceful. Hope you had an easy journey home.

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You absolutely can raise my Spirit while talking of nothing it seems to you yet everything to those who cherish your words. Much grateful love to you Patti

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I was trying to figure out what book you were reading--starting and stopping and rewinding and squinting over my glasses. I figured out that it was Robinson but gave up on the Jeffers. Couldn’t make out the title at all. I looked at the light house photo and realized life is sometimes easier than I think! I’ve never read Medea by Jeffers. I was talking about him a couple days ago on my podcast where I read Emerson’s essay, “The Poet.” Jeffers is the quintessential American poet, I think. He takes the baton from Whitman and super charges the energy -- He’s heavier, iron sighted in his imagery of nature. Hmmmm.

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"He takes the baton from Whitman and supercharges the energy..." Perfect. His prophetic poem, "I Shall Laugh Purely," is the one I always turn and return to.

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Generosity personified...these posts...

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beautiful, thank you

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Patti, it’s amazing how a simple little post like this can inspire so many to write about, well, whatever is on their mind. This is quite an interesting little community you’ve created. I’m happy to be a part of it, and to be able to spend a couple minutes of my days hearing from you. I look forward to it always.

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You were reading Medea? Perfect for a rainy day. I love your hat.

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Hope the concert went well and not to wet. Enjoy your home, cairo, coffee, your daughter... I am always happy to see you, hear you....enjoy your kind presence. Thank you

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As always, thank u for all u give

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I enjoy seeing your traveling photos. I'm wondering if the ease of phone photos (many of which are wonderful) feels very different from film camera photos? I suppose the question could be for anyone reading this - do we create different art, do we see the world differently now that we can hold such a powerful device that can capture and create in our hands all the time?

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This is a good question that deserves some thought. I will address it in the future.

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Ah Patti, I see it is beautiful there, but you look tired and ready for home. I am often on marshland. When the earth gently receives our tread. The heat has made so much of Greece hard underfoot.

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The landscape photos reminded me of this.

Poem by Robinson Jeffers

In Watch the Lights Fade.

'Night comes: come into the house'

is fraught with the heavy, substantive atmosphere felt on the eve of war.

Watch the Lights Fade

Robinson Jeffers

Gray steel, cloud-shadow-stained,

The ocean takes the last lights of evening.

Loud is the voice and the foam lead-color,

And flood-tide devours the sands.

Here stand, like an old stone,

And watch the lights fade and hear the sea's voice.

Hate and despair take Europe and Asia,

And the sea-wind blows cold.

Night comes: night will claim all.

The world is not changed, only more naked:

The strong struggle for power, and the weak

Warm their poor hearts with hate.

Night comes: come into the house,

Try around the dial for a late news-cast.

These others are America's voices: naive and

Powerful, spurious, doom-touched.

How soon? Four years or forty?

Why should an old stone pick at the future?

Stand on your shore, old stone, be still while the

Sea-wind salts your head white.

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Thank you for this, Yoshi.

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