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“Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.” ~ Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Honister Pass Stone Bridge, Cumbria, UK (WC) “My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and sn…