Sunday, April 4, 2010

all the people dreaming and the immensity of it

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'
Sylvia Plath

"That is well said," replied Candide, "but we must cultivate our garden."

little by little you will turn into stars.

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