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[Nov. 15th, 2009|12:17 pm] |
the art of living
the land was here before us and the land remains
traveling light, just passing though, always further on
there IS life before death
live before you die
are you alive.... are you alive?... echoes |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|01:40 pm] |
summer is another country
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:06 pm] |
a glorious old lighthouse stood testament to a time of brave sailors and frequent shipwrecks. This lighthouse originally contained a Fresnel lens, a conglomeration of hand carved prisms set in brass to form an enormous gleaming gem capable of magnifying a lit gas lamp into a powerful beacon. Slowly revolving overhead the current lens was more ordinary, carved glass with an electric light, but still it sparkled warmly against the misty gray sky. ** |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|04:40 pm] |
A Winter Book is a collection of short stories by Tove Jansson,
divided into three parts — snow, flotsam and jetsam, travelling light.
She lived much of her life in the archipelago and later on a small island in Finland. It shows.
As smooth and odd and beautiful as sea-worn driftwood, as full of light and air as the Nordic summer. |
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