{"id":642,"date":"2006-08-31T19:56:25","date_gmt":"2006-09-01T01:56:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/?p=642"},"modified":"2020-01-03T11:27:38","modified_gmt":"2020-01-03T16:27:38","slug":"blogging-break","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/blogging-break\/","title":{"rendered":"Blogging break"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>The Hill Wife<\/em><\/p>\n<p>by Robert Frost<\/p>\n<p>V. The Impulse<\/p>\n<p>It was too lonely for her there<br \/>\nAnd too wild,<br \/>\nAnd since there were but two of them<br \/>\nAnd no child,<\/p>\n<p>And work was little in the house<br \/>\nShe was free,<br \/>\nAnd followed where he furrowed field,<br \/>\nOr felled tree.<\/p>\n<p>She rested on a log and tossed<br \/>\nThe fresh chips,<br \/>\nWith a song only to herself<br \/>\nOn her lips.<\/p>\n<p>And once she went to break a bough<br \/>\nOf black alder.<br \/>\nShe strayed so far she scarcely heard<br \/>\nWhen he called her &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>And didn&#8217;t answer &#8212; didn&#8217;t speak &#8212;<br \/>\nOr return.<br \/>\nShe stood, and she ran and hid<br \/>\nIn the fern.<\/p>\n<p>He never found her, though he looked<br \/>\nEverywhere,<br \/>\nAnd he asked at her mother&#8217;s house<br \/>\nWas she there.<\/p>\n<p>Sudden and swift and light as that<br \/>\nThe ties gave,<br \/>\nAnd he learned of finalities<br \/>\nBesides the grave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Hill Wife by Robert Frost V. The Impulse It was too lonely for her there And too wild, And since there were but two of them And no child, And work was little in the house She was free, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/blogging-break\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-642","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=642"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6069,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642\/revisions\/6069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=642"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=642"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=642"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}