“I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.”

~Walter Savage Landor

Writers capable of touching the universal are rare enough that in finding one there is a somewhat jealous desire to hoard. I’m happy to find your writings, and warm myself beside the Nature and Art therein.