“Ah! Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud, Like a reflection in a glass: like shadows in the water Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face” Book of Thel by William Blake
“For the night – tho’ clear – shall frown – And the stars shall look not down, From their high thrones in the Heaven, With light like Hope to mortals given – But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning...
“The true harvest of my life is intangible – a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.” Henry David Thoreau
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