"Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch. There's something, inside that we need so much, the sight of a touch, or the scent of sound, or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground. The wonder of flowers, to be covered and then to burst up, to tarmack, to the sun again, or to fly to the sun without burning a wing, to lie in the meadow to hear the grass sing, to have all these things in our memories hoard and to use them, to help us, to find . . . . !"
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Departure
"Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch. There's something, inside that we need so much, the sight of a touch, or the scent of sound, or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground. The wonder of flowers, to be covered and then to burst up, to tarmack, to the sun again, or to fly to the sun without burning a wing, to lie in the meadow to hear the grass sing, to have all these things in our memories hoard and to use them, to help us, to find . . . . !"
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