I have discovered that most of
the beauties of travel are due to
the strange hours we keep to see them:
the domes of the Church of
the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
against a smoky dawn-the heart stirred -
are beautiful as Saint Peters
approached after years of anticipation.
January Morning: Suite 01
William Carlos Williams
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