Perhaps writing finds a place that is uniquely its own on these walls
too, when it refuses to be abused by arrogance and tyranny: a noise which you
have to strain your ear carefully and patiently for until you can make out the
rare, discreet sound of a word that is for a moment true. –Translations in
English by M.L. McLaughlin,
Collection of Sand, II. The Eye’s Ray: “The Written City: Inscriptions and Graffiti” by
Italo Calvino (1980)
His back was a deep blue green—the color of the deep places of the sea that
Scomber had not yet seen—and over the blue-green background irregular inky
stripes ran from the back fin halfway down his flanks. –Rachel Carson’s
Under the Sea-wind (1941, 1951)
They stopped once at a farmhouse to ask if they could buy enough gas to get
to the next
station. The house smelled like fresh cold cheese. Their steps
sounded hollow and lonely on the solid brown planks of the floor, and Therese
thought in a fervid burst of patriotism—America. –Patricia Highsmith’s
Carol, or The Price of Salt (1953)
The Three-Tone Pictures (1919), courtesy of
Yeats and
Poe, played out at the
Hotel Elysée, where Tennessee Williams's last thought was of
Rose (25 February
1983)—The ascendant
Moon, from its coalesced
ten Earth radii of dust incorporates elements
aether to air that had been thrown up in the mountains of
Purgatory Resort
Durango-
La Plata, whose arid Colorado taken from an automobile is a
twice-ventured river town of Spain then
Mexico that stems from the
Basque
genesis for
water
From a second-hand purveyor consequential to the 1938
WPA Guide to New Orleans; its 1983 hardcover clutched for its jester and unspecified side-by-side
watering holes on
Bourbon Street bordered by freshly painted pastel shotgun
doubles, or
camelbacks—
Harkened that night,
when Nijinsky appeared—To
Stravinsky’s disarming
triads imitative of
birdsong, the transported
folk tale; here, we unfold
a string of Christmas angels from a book and a brace against such ugliness, with
a kalpak, or possibly a
Jewish hat, popularized by the costume witch or dunce,
touted by yeomen cowering under white bed-linen, who left their smoke
signals
Sioux City to Waterloo, Lou Henry Hoover’s
hometown—
Shantih,
enunciated into the right ear of the elephant-headed
One, before whom obstacles descend into the tiptoed five phalanges of its
pillar legs in whose
prints one can discern its build—Tectonic boundaries, whose gyratory
serpentinization; recited by heart by the seine-haul mackerel aged by their
rings of
otoliths,
contains ammoniated phyllosilicates of Ceres—The ascendant
Probe Dawn resolving 35 meters per pixel (December 2015) detected their
sublimation prior to the impression of a colony founded on
basaltic maria, or
paisaje lunar of
Méxiquillo,
Durango—
Megast
henes (320 B.C.E.),
following trade routes to
Mathura, the
birthplace of Krishna; imparting a face to the
darkening Moon, beheld the
uninterrupted niches of Castor and Pollux at
Al-
Khaznah already having washed his hands in the protected gouge
reclaimed under an exposed bulb and surrounding pallets of bottled water
Of Ain Musa—
Seated one block up from the
Museum of Modern Art, where, at
37 years old,
Charles Burchfield has his solo exhibition (1930); taken in by an
artist nine years his junior, Edward Hopper, who thereafter touched every eave
and bannister with touches of meadow weld not unlike the Lionel train's run of
displayed
Dutch windmill and view of the
Ohio’s moiré water
Contaminated with insoluble pesticides—
Grievances that were first
excerpted in
The New Yorker fell
against Müller’s Nobel Prize (
1948), of a contact poison, the
agent of fetal endocrine
disruption and Rachel Carson’s manner of death, breast cancer (1964)—Few
accessions of Detroit have endured, barring
Let Me Show You What I Saw: American Views on City and Country 1912-1963 (2013),
and a few warm thoughts before this elastic net of the mirror’s assimilation of
its opposite; much that reflected in red, as the blown chimney of a Nantucket
whale drawn in by its lungs and its oil refined by its flensed surface—
Starlit Woods (1917), where watercolorist’s
sable is actually camel,
Straining the steam of the
teapot for auroras, of
Sagittarius tracking
along the Galactic Center to Antares, blued both by the occultation of the Moon
and by its companion star surrounded in initialed branches, or that prospect
struck before the
Drake Hotel lobby’s central flume and marbled veneer, where
the bellhop offers Churchill revived himself with a rye; simulated in place of
Peace at Christmas (1917/1947)—Durango’s
Animas, or River of Lost Souls an abandoned mine
stained ocher after some
compliance official had blown her nose, among other such sites that span
migration lanes to Astoria, Oregon; with infrequent bends worthy of the
mentioning the epigraph of
Fantasy Pieces
Op. 6 (
1915), Verlaine, with Stravinsky,
Où le vent pleure ... / Rêvons, c'est l'heure (1910)—Had Griffes
Trouncing onto shore, with the shiver just as the recollected
schoolmaster, Wittgenstein, who has
struck Haidbauer at the chalkboard (1926)—
MS 175 was composed at Cambridge’s Storey’s
end; marking cancer’s deliberate
progression into his marrow, its author faces the
situation of being kept from
visual discernment, as the fountain’s ascendant,
Interstate bridges had stilled—Counting the
Empress chili signs to
Cincinnati with like-minded countertops of GDR West Germany plastic
cornucopias; to the indented tessel of Edward Hopper’s
Tables for Ladies (1930), the hosts gathered to receive our
succession of stops—Someone putting down an illustrated Chapman & Hall morocco from the 1868-1870 46-volume Household edition,
which contains
Bleak House (1852-3),
is told the ancestral home is situated near
Verulamium,
St. Albans, where
Matthew of Paris drafted for illumination the Tower of London’s elephant
(
1255)—
Unrecognizable to ourselves, we were twinkling of dictated but not read
words in the disregarded harbor of our hired quarters—To express under tempered new
moonlight (Capricorn) and polyester coverlet; the latter whose attendance at
the ritual is abandonment on the floorboards, for an association of the seven
paths accompanying the only other diner’s
blazer, too common to us, seen from the rear window—Of the seeming material, as
the sailor
on the decade-long Longa Viagem (1418-1428)
Dom Pedro
d'Alfaroubeira’s celebrated of four
camels,
At A5—For your mind at this move, realizing the extent of this allusion,
a poem for flute, Charles Griffes’s
Blues scale—
Hexatonics heard from Impressionist oils seeping at the
peripheries; for the if then uncertain, latent view prepared by an English
Romantic under the guise of a woman,
Fiona McLeod, and sleepwaved under the
prow, our
Lovers are conveyed beyond the oiling of firearms, to the
snow mists of rose, a sky above rigid
forms through cherry tree
branches, from the ascendant
Inflamed, from
Trichodesmium,
sea sawdust, and the crystalline matrix separating on the resonant Hertz tabletop—Where
the blood began to beat, although,
composed as the perfect
pillar on
Cosimo
Rosselli’s (
Biagio d'Antonio's) South wall of the Sistine Chapel (1481-2)—Over Arabia's buckram
dunes expanded in classification to include
Mars, he passes the Nile’s
ray-finned, electroreceptive
elephant
Hump (1931) Rachel Carson rambled in her pauses from listening for
croaking
Cynoscion being caught at
Wood’s
Hole—The enduring cedar
shakes of Cape Cod have the look of burnt timber that
reseals in the rebutted natural kiln of the interior and outer principles of
ocean salt and air, with strewn
sulfur against the
rust that overwinters on red
junipers; galls that became the salvation of the camel,
Whose eight times the human tolerance to brackish water focuses
mouthfuls—Acute implications, as we repair through the drizzling 160-meter slot
canyon of Petra with Jacopo, the
Steiff monkey in the saddle rug—Without
nullifying the wonder of
lake water lapping with low sounds (1888) Charles Tomlinson Griffes
Prepared (1910), which meant considering wartime’s combed paper
cord,
whose streaming loom is nevertheless knotted by
hand, for bears, and made
behind the glass
curtain at Giengen, whose
manufacturing works awaited the
International style (1911)—From a recollected train compartment; the domain of
Hopper, and for the
letters to physically deliver their promises from
Les
Rendez-vous d’Anna (1978), we spoke of them after studying the vintage showcased
fauna, the ones in their tatter given the most expression, while apart from the
floor to ceiling stock of Steiff at
Galeria Kaufhof Cologne; to pine for
vanishing department stores, particularly the one launched from the pincushion
pattern for a felt
elephant (8 December 1879)—Ascendant
Trees and their set logs; for the 24 hours, your direction presently
returns to the rammed
earth of
Bruder Klaus Kapelle (
2008), with its scorched
concrete lit by a pyramid of a
door—Fluted walls that were pricked with still
glistening
spyholes, and as we stood on the hand-ladled base ground, deferring
to tongue detained until then by faith, where a natural opiate
transpired, at a
smallholding outside
Mechernich scored with lead pits, as Gold King Mine,
Durango—
Entrancement felt then as a sea creature shattered against the gunwales,
for at last, a clearing of conceit within the cavity of whale, and the
Ptolemaic child n(w)n, whose meaning is inseparable from the fish in water,
beyond a pyramid without a capstone, where rainwater
On its claws—The moonlit
charges elephant tusks, that they all may never
become separated from their noble proportions, as they are inscribed—Zumthor’s
chapel contains a four-turn released clamp or a tropical
wheel,
for its
constellation,
Bharani, the Bearing Star,
and then
hidden behind the
Moon phase
ascendant in July—
From Anura
dha, the decorated gate of the woods
bearing flowers through our flesh, as on Lucian of Samosata’s
island of Dionysus, where we
who
happen to drink become
knotted there, in the spirit of a mountain
temple,
Mithuna—
Alight, like
banded mackerel schooling five fathoms down, the tesserae of
circumambulated pleasure domes of Griffes become known, if by their ley
lines,
El Silencio,
from paused radio
transmissions, as we embrace as we were driving among
Coahuila and
Chihuahua
where they ultimately coincide at
Durango, drawn as we were from the pull of
their three satellites—
38 comments:
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This is a free association regarding Kafka's tuberculosis; the susceptible elephant, of Yesod, the Foundation, the green baize lined caskets of the Wooten desk that remind me (first thought) of Braque, who painted billiard tables.
http://media.liveauctiongroup.net/i/13581/13805131_3.jpg?v=8CF5B5FA5F755C0
http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/bodyhorrors/2016/01/31/elephants-tb-outbreak/#.Vq7jOvkrIhd
Not really about Oregon, or captive breeding:
http://photos.oregonlive.com/oregonian/2012/01/packy_1962_2.html
Packy, and Braque is here "[...] flattening the bird and its egg-filled nest into undulating flowerlike patterns."
https://books.google.com/books?id=1k0EAAAAMBAJ&lpg=PA1&dq=May%2011%2C%201962%20Life&pg=PA61#v=onepage&q=May%2011,%201962%20Life&f=false
There is connecting the task to earth, Yesod, which is the Moon in water, to the Sun.
http://www.metmuseum.org/collection/the-collection-online/search/489968
http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/braque-the-billiard-table-t07992
"Then there was a didactic message. As though dictated by some bookish pythoness from an English sortes Virgilianae. 'Which is death to hide' was Milton, talking about literature and the loss of it, talking about blindness, cross-referencing his own inertia to the terrible story of the unfaithful servant who cravenly buried one talent instead of multiplying it. There was the Grecian Urn. Thou still unravished bride of chastity. The non-sensuous sensuality in the mind. Urne buriall. Monumental alabaster. Smooth as monumental alabaster. That was surely far-fetched, dragged from too remote a text. Association looped irrelevances together. White, pale. cold, urn, horse, sky, sea.
The horse had antecedents, of which death on a pale horse was a remote and uncertain avatar. There was an archaic palfrey she couldn't place, instinct with fear, and some other very precise literary image of a rider hurrying to bury a treasure. This she waited blankly for, conjuring it, with the phrase 'fleet waters of a drowning world', with a kind of contrary after-image of her dream, a humped and trundling dark steed on a reach of black sand, not white, William Wordsworth's dreamed dromedary."
A.S. Byatt's The Virgin in the Garden (1978)
https://books.google.com/books?id=ll30Ij5jZpUC&lpg=PA98&ots=TzAKx-Au6d&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20%22dromedary%22&pg=PA98#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20%22dromedary%22&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=8_GmBgAAQBAJ&lpg=PA27&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&pg=PA27#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=idlhZ31vyKoC&lpg=PA23&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&pg=PA23#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=RTqPLcKsqL8C&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%207%20%22dromedary%22&pg=PA171#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%207%20%22dromedary%22&f=false
http://www.treehugger.com/sustainable-product-design/mithun-architects-vertical-farm-for-seattle.html
Thank you, for reminding me. Exercise 64 will also here.
https://books.google.com/books?id=8kz6q3Alkm4C&lpg=PA49&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20foxglove&pg=PA49#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20foxglove&f=false
"Shakespeare had seemed an obvious choice for name. It was 1952 and they were still considering what it meant to be English. To help them there was a new young queen, Gloriana risen. On their treasured gramophone they listened to Kathleen Ferrier singing British folk songs. They had journeyed to hear her sing with the Hallé at the re-opening of the Free Trade Hall in Manchester. It had been blitzed in 1940 and Nancy said that 1940 seemed so long ago (185)."
"Teddy was an early member of the Goldfish Club, although he rarely gave this fact much thought. There was a little cloth badge somewhere, a fish with wings, a result of having ditched in the North Sea. It was during his first tour and sometimes he wondered if he couldn't have had made better job of it, made those last few miles to land instead of thudding his Halifax on to the sea" (190). - Kate Atkinson's A God in Ruins
http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_vault/2013/05/07/soldiers_clubs_of_wwii_late_arrival_club_goldfish_club_caterpillar_club.html
Thank you, for reminding me.
https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1ixa-rXtwvD--yyDr
https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1ixhIN_p3Ijq6i_29
"Sovereign powers have long wished to dominate the depths as well as the surfaces of the seas. The first among them may well have been Alexander the Great. The Hellenistic Alexander Romance records how, having once come across a crab of monstrous proportions inside whose shell there lay seven pearls the likes of which no man had ever seen, the Macedonian monarch concluded that 'they must originate in the inaccessible depths of the sea.' That thought immediately led him to another. 'Then,' Alexander proudly recalled in an informative, if lengthy, letter to his mother, 'I made a large iron cage, and inside the cage I placed a large glass jar, two feet wide, and I ordered a hole to be made in the bottom of the jar, big enough for a man’s hand to go through. My idea was to descend and find out what was on the floor of this sea.'1 The classical and medieval traditions offer multiple accounts of Alexander’s voyages beneath the waters.2 In Greek literary sources, he observes 'all kinds of fish,' including one enormous swimming beast that dares to pull the sovereign’s own cage through the sea, before wrecking it against the shore, spilling the king on the sand.3"
http://cabinetmagazine.org/issues/35/heller-roazen.php
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/food-tour-metropolitan-museum-art-180959894/?utm_source=smithsoniantopic&no-ist
Yes, Bharani deserves further investigation. Since I tagged ciphers here, it is only appropriate to mention my budding interest in the cryptoquote.
https://books.google.com/books?id=7PbWX0gCQnIC&lpg=PT325&dq=American%20Pastoral%20%22pick%20up%20the%20Lackawanna%20edition%20of%20the%20Newark%20News%20at%20the%20general%20store%20with%20the%20single%20Sunoco%20pump%20out%20front%20and%20the%20produce%20out%20on%20the%20steps%20in%20boxes%20and%20burlap%20bags.%22&pg=PT325#v=onepage&q=American%20Pastoral%20%22pick%20up%20the%20Lackawanna%20edition%20of%20the%20Newark%20News%20at%20the%20general%20store%20with%20the%20single%20Sunoco%20pump%20out%20front%20and%20the%20produce%20out%20on%20the%20steps%20in%20boxes%20and%20burlap%20bags.%22&f=false
https://www.moma.org/collection/works/80000
Thank you, for reminding me:
https://books.google.com/books?id=iwWvuIuWOgEC&lpg=PR7&dq=Tennessee%20Williams%20%22Something%20wild%22&pg=PR7#v=onepage&q=Tennessee%20Williams%20%22Something%20wild%22&f=false
https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2016/nov/26/jordan-petra-amman-holiday-jerash-dead-sea?CMP=fb_gu
https://books.google.com/books?id=VVLZY-8602oC&lpg=PA325&dq=''I%20saw%20a%20blue%20fin%20and
%2C%20pushing%20off%20the%20fish%2C%20the%20most%20beautiful%20fish%20I%20had%20ever%20seen%20was%20revealed.%20It%20was%20five%20feet%20long%20and%20a%20pale%20mauve%20blue%20with%20iridescent%20silver%20markings.''&pg=PA325#v=onepage&q&f=false
Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer, 22 December 1938:
I saw a blue fin and, pushing off the fish, the most beautiful fish I had ever seen was revealed. It was five feet long and a pale mauve blue with iridescent silver markings.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=13906
Franz Werfel, too, from this list:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/articles/detail/70139
Two of the best novels, and for further study, I have found to be written by journalists:
https://books.google.com/books?id=zbETAAAAQBAJ&lpg=PT46&dq=1913%20The%20Year%20Before%20the%20Storm%20%22about%20a%20reading%20by%20Franz%20Werfel%22&pg=PT46#v=onepage&q=1913%20The%20Year%20Before%20the%20Storm%20%22about%20a%20reading%20by%20Franz%20Werfel%22&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=03k6_CwZ5qYC&lpg=PP1&dq=J.M.%20Ledgard%20Giraffe&pg=PA6#v=onepage&q=J.M.%20Ledgard%20Giraffe&f=false
https://www.museothyssen.org/en/collection/artists/burchfield-charles-ephraim/orion-winter
Kislev.
https://www.burchfieldpenney.org/collection/object:v2013-1215-001-the-star/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfAwg84UWIw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6oc0cO5Nvw
Exercise 86.
https://earthsky.org/tonight/full-long-night-moon-on-december-22
Source material for future reference:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1GG116BmFqR33hwIGa86fmFoZ-oHAuifm/view?usp=sharing
https://1drv.ms/b/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1lBrGwmVa9djb7LCA
Yes, I will keep this case in mind, the bird glaze.
Perhaps the sky will be cirrocumulonimbus, ciel moutonée, mackerel sky.
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/lists/weird-cloud-formations/mackerel/
Late entry.
https://1drv.ms/u/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1lVzO3vOFdrlnzI4J
https://www.burchfieldpenney.org/general/ceb-in-his-own-words/article:10-15-2016-12-01am-charles-e-burchfield-emjournals-em-vol-62-oct-15-1964/
https://advances.sciencemag.org/content/7/5/eabe0465
https://www.peterfreemaninc.com/exhibitions/catherine-murphy#30
With years worth of paid time off (PTO) that I would be forfeiting, I planned to take two weeks off as I was being processed, with no appreciable follow thorough on Memorial Day weekend. The second week is intended for inprocessing and the like, and then to minimize the two weeks' notice that I owe as a courtesy to my employer. My schedule for the current situation is most weekends, where I have a lot of autonomy.
I do not sense that I have overplayed my hand.
I am gravitating to Ledgard's Giraffe (2006) again, and I will reread it.
As you may be unaware, I am obligated to read at least one geographically situated work of lore in the tradition the first book that started it, Nancy Rhyne's Coastal Ghosts (1985). The immaterial neighbors and the avian life are the first draws of any (re)revisited place.
May 30, 2021 at 8:22 AM
Since I am a maximalist, I am going to extend Snehurka, Snow White, with Basile's Pentamerone (1634), which is subtitled Lo cunto de li cunti, which sounds altogether different to a non-Neapolitan speaker.
https://www.complete-review.com/reviews/popgb/ledgard.htm
https://books.google.com/books?id=DSnaCwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=the+tale+of+tales+basile&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjEj5i0tPHwAhVKVc0KHd_XAWAQ6AEwAHoECAcQAw
https://www.jstor.org/stable/41388543?seq=1
Σφιγξ said...
In today's archaeology I found:
Alberto Manguel's The Library at Night
John Berger's From A to X: A Story in Letters
Michael Nyman's The Heart Asks Pleasure First (from The Piano) sheet music
First printing of Ian Fleming's From Russia with Love
Criterion Collection: Alain Resnais's Nuit et brouillard
I am working up to being less stiff. I am reminded of something my mother said about the telling age of a woman's knees from Agatha Christie's Poirot series, Cat Among the Pigeons (1959).
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ErvwNG2WKSJfytlR5E14dg2Bm1sprrw6/view?usp=drivesdk
Charles F. Gritzner's North Carolina Ghost Lights and Legends (2019)
Nancy Roberts's Ghosts of the Carolinas (1967)
Four contiguous twelve-hour days mean three days off in succession. Aside from shift swaps, like this week, I will stay with a fixed schedule. I am going to do this as long as I am able.
Topically, Ian Fleming resurfaces in my hummingbird book.
https://www.birdwatchingdaily.com/gear/books/book-story-ornithologist-james-bond/
https://abcbirds.org/bird/glittering-starfrontlet-hummingbird/
Exercise 90. Along the line of Charles Burchfield providing some inspiration.
https://www.huntermuseum.org/charles-burchfield
https://www.google.com/books/edition/Christmas/s-U2DwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=Judith%20Flanders%20Christmas&pg=PP1&printsec=frontcover
I read this last Christmas, and then I found her other books. After I read all of Lucy Worsley's books, except for maybe one, I was on the kick.
When Linda Stedman would like to retire from Too Many Books, I would like to take care of it, and perhaps augment the top shelves with my dollhouses. It would not be a revenue-generating project, but it would be an excuse to share all the books that I have read that are shifting the foundations of two houses and a storage unit. My estimation is that I would need two professions to take on this passion project. Acquisition, and sharing, is not a difficult thing for me. I can imagine staying up all night to read a book before I sell it the next day in order to release it into the world. One can speak cogently about it, then.
I remember many hours I spent there as a young person and an adult.
This has great pictures and text, and it just arrived in the mail from a remainder on eBay.
https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Making_of_Home/oFyzBgAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=The%20Making%20of%20Home%20Judith%20Flanders&pg=PR2&printsec=frontcover
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Y7AXJYTjxk
https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Dollhouse-of-Petronella-Dunois-c-1676-1700-multimedia-variable-dimensions-amsterdam_fig2_272273622
This parasitic plant I have seen all over this wet summer is in the Magnolia Order, and it is one I think fits the Burchfield aesthetic:
https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/49477-Monotropa-uniflora
To correct the record: Monotropa uniflora is in the Order Ericales.
https://www.themorgan.org/exhibitions/online/emily-dickinson/23
Humility in all things. I hesitate to mention it, but it is there.
https://virginiawildflowers.org/2015/09/02/pinesap/
No. Not a bookshop, and not here.
https://www.chemwatch.net/blog/the-science-behind-the-smell-of-rain/
https://books.google.com/books/about/The_Sound_of_a_Wild_Snail_Eating.html?id=o2OSXacA30YC#v=onepage&q=The%20Sound%20of%20a%20Wild%20Snail%20Eating%20%22partridgeberry%22&f=false
Exercise 90.
Mitchell repens is in the Rubiaceae family of coffee and antimalarial Cinchona bark.
This site has the best pictures.
https://wildadirondacks.org/adirondack-wildflowers-partridgeberry-mitchella-repens.html
Thank you, for reminding me. Exercise 90:
https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1mx1h6W8Y91QaAAL7?e=ENCrcx
I will take a picture of the compromise, like a Little Library, like the one in Farrow and Ball No. 87 or No. 90....
https://newatlas.com/biology/bird-sleeping-dream-song/
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