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Just ordered a full set!
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I recently designed some highly-detailed maps of a popular stretch of the St. Croix River. Whether you want to explore the river for the first time or deepen your next trip with historical sites and other points of interest, please consider ordering a set! shop.stcroix360.com/collections/...
May 30, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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SORRY, NERDS 5/4 1s DAVE BRUBECK DAY
May 4, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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The Listeners
The Listeners By Walter de La Mare ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest’s ferny floor: And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller’s head: And he smote upon the door again a second time; ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller’s call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, ’Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head:— ‘Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,’ he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
April 26, 2025 at 11:44 PM
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Musings By Peggy Hill
April 4, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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