Hazy moon setting

Air temperature 21 F, wind near calm, partly cloudy with scattered crows. Supposed to get some minor weather in tonight and tomorrow, so we may need to adjust foraging. With such excitement we make our days.

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The World Is Too Much With Us
By William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

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Of course Assad hadn't intended to abandon Damascus. He hadn't finished transferring all those accounts . . .