The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. Dylan Thomas1914-1953
Listening to it now...lovely! Thanks for the link. He sounds much older than I would have expected--what a wonderful baritone voice, though. Your magazine left me humbled! Wow! A magnificent selection of writers and a great layout. I liked what I saw very much and will definitely become a frequent visitor! I've just barely started with mine and it's been a lot more work (and a lot more fun) than I expected. Knowing all that goes into it leaves me quite impressed with the fruits of your labor.
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Words are currency and I have just been paid, thank you for your kind words. Really appreciate it.
Have a happy holiday.