Fourteenth Way of Looking at a Blackbird

XIV.
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Every year
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At the summer solstice sunrise
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The blackbird perches on the tallest stone.
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"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.
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Today--at 12:33 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time--is the moment of the summer solstice. The sun is at its greatest distance from the celestial equator; at the Tropic of Cancer, it's at the zenith. Today is the longest day of the year; tonight is the shortest night. In other words, it's the beginning of summer.posted by Cicily Corbett | 12:14 AM
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