These poems are often morning-born. Taylor meditates on and observes Alpine landscapes, wind, clearings or edges of woods, an alluring hinterland, a "soothing" saxifrage, remains of a fire, not to mention those portholes through which he watches islands going by and, at the same time, wonders about decisive journeys that we all must take.
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These poems are often morning-born. Taylor meditates on and observes Alpine landscapes, wind, clearings or edges of woods, an alluring hinterland, a "soothing" saxifrage, remains of a fire, not to mention those portholes through which he watches islands going by and, at the same time, wonders about decisive journeys that we all must take.
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