Most of the time, that is impossible. Another day gets past me blankly. We are a busy people. Work.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A View of One's Own
Sometimes all you want is a window on the world, and a quiet, safe place where you can sit and observe. There are times when you want only to sit and feel the day pass through you, to feel the rising and falling of the sun, to watch the growing and shrinking of shadows, to listen to the rustle of the leaves.
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