“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
― The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
No further explanations necessary.
(treadmill 5 mi, run year to date 834.9; walk dog 1.1, walk year to date 292.9)
The illegal fireworks are really bad this year. They are not allowed due to high fire danger. My poor dog has been so miserable.
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