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Words

 

At the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial, Washington, D.C.
“The Four Freedoms.”  At the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial, Washington, D.C.

Words are not just words.  They have moods, climates of their own.

~ Osho

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Twenty minutes

Icy morning.
Icy morning.

Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees.  It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run.

~ Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale

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A Sunday night walk in D.C.

The candy shop window.  (Washington, D.C.)
The candy shop window. (Washington, D.C.)  From left to right:  The Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, and the Jefferson Memorial.

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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In the beginning

In the conservatory.
In the conservatory.

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible

~ W. S. Merwin, To the New Year

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