life is made up of moments,
small pieces of glittering mica
in a long stretch of gray cement.
(anna quindlen)
everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see. (m.l.k., jr)
perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake. (wallace stevens)
when the moon light shines on the snow at the eve of the night
and everything is silent, listen to the nothing,
listen for the sound of pure magic. (audrey kitty)
there is neither heaven nor earth, only snow, falling incessantly. (anon)
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