‘I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core‘
WB Yeats
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
Homesick, a bit.
Maybe that's because of all the white snow :)
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