"Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims,And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the eastern rims."
September 30th, 2013, 6am
Up, lad, up, ‘tis late for lying: Hear the drums of morning play; Hark, the empty highways crying “Who’ll beyond the hills away?” A.E, Housman
Born in Oklahoma: 30 years in US. 6 years in Canada, 40 years in Australia. Academic field: history and philosophy of science. Currently, teach indigenous studies online at Institute of American Indian Arts (Santa Fe, NM) and Brandon University (Manitoba). Come visit our B&B on Australia's Great Ocean Road. Mate's Rates for Hi community! (http://www.cimarron.com.au)
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