“Under a wall of bronze,
Where beeches dip and trail
Their branches in the water;
With red-tipped head and wings—
A beaked ship under sail—
There glides a single swan.
Under the autumn trees
He goes….”

—John Gould Fletcher, 1921 (The Swan)

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Good Night Friday

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The Thinker

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Autumn Walk

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Fractal Geometry

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Colors

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The Pack

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Amber & Blue

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Friday’s Cuppa

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Friday’s Rose

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Good Morning Friday

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“Black swallows swooping or gliding
In a flurry of entangled loops and curves;
The skaters skim over the frozen river.
And the grinding click of their skates as they impinge upon the surface,…”

—John Gould Fletcher, 1921 (The Skaters)

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Good Night Thursday

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The Jewelry Case

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Embrace

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Thursday’s Cuppa

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Thursday’s Rose

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Good Morning Thursday

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“Above the east horizon,
The great red flower of the dawn
Opens slowly, petal by petal;
The trees emerge from darkness
With ghostly silver leaves,
Dew powdered….”

—John Gould Fletcher, 1917 (Dawn)

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Good Night Wednesday

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