In a dark wood…”

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“In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost. It is a hard thing to speak of, how wild, harsh and impenetrable that wood was, so that thinking of it recreates the fear. It is scarcely less bitter than death…”
Dante-Inferno Canto I

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One Response to “In a dark wood…””

  1. Adrienne D. Says:

    That very night in Max’s room a forest grew
    and grew –
    and grew until his ceiling hung with vines
    and the walls became the world around
    and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max
    and he sailed off through night and day
    and in and out of weeks
    and almost over a year
    to where the wild things are.

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