A Yankee Monk

A loving little ditty I composed while sitting in the dark at 3am with only candlelight as my companion.You could tell it was not the most warm and fuzzy of nights – but I have often found such times as like watching a great storm pass on a summer’s evening – wonderous to experience and capture – but not a condition in which to live each day.

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