There may be chaos still around the world,
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled.
Within my nature’s shell I slumber curled,
Unmindful of the changing outer skies,
Where now, perchance, some new-born Eros flies,
Or some old Cronos from his throne is hurled.
I heed them not; or if the subtle night
Haunt me with deities I never saw,
I soon mine eyelid’s drowsy curtain draw
To hide their myriad faces from my sight.
They threat in vain; the whirlwind cannot awe
A happy snow-flake dancing in the flaw.
~George Santayana
Words for the Year 
Love this Jennie. It’s new to me. Like I told Michelle, it fits perfect with The Walking Dead.
(Don’t worry, no spoilers for those who haven’t seen it yet.)
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I don’t know why it surprises me this was a new one for you, but that being the case I’m even happier I got to introduce it to you (or you to it, as the case may be lol) 🙂 I really wish I could claim I did the timing on purpose, but the timing did itself with no help from me!
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I see what you did.
You poetry goddess, you.
Very nice, Jennie!
🙂
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