Oh ye lovers of beauty,
You, who tremble with the aspens in the glen,
Who thrill as the heavens call forth bliss, pain sweet as the death of a berry, punctured, transforms into new life:
I salute you
Joy, aliveness, wonder
This is all our birthright
Saturday, August 3, 2013
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