to nature’s hearbeat…
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where non intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more…
— Lord Byron —
good as drink is, it ends in thirst…
It is in the shelter of each other that people live.
— Irish Proverb —
no two the same…
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Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
— W.B. Yeats —
heart and. . .
The thing your woman wants most from you is for you to hunt her down, pry her open and find her core.
– Kim Anami –
the dream tree…
