The pondering can make hours slip away like the passing sun.
Several prospects are forming and I continue the search.
Sappho

XLVI
I seek and desire,
Even as the wind
That travels the plain
And stirs in the bloom
Of the apple-tree
I wander through life,
With the searching mind
That is never at rest
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover’s door.
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