Thanks, Nancy. I like to refer to the soul as the interior landscape, or inscape and that's where all poetry takes place. The outside world is the objective correlative and provides the symbols and metaphors to body forth these truths - waves, rain and mist...the sad two-tone dirge of the foghorn and the feeling of abandonment in a drizzly lane. Nice night to you too :)
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