My artistic angst has bested me today, and I think its due to the clouds blocking access to my heavenly body (the sun...). to be simple is todays goal. Why is simplicity so elusive? Is it a kirkegaardian concept of impossibity? Any thoughts?
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Whispering hours - oh, where do they fly away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone.
And where is the wisdom to understand
That years will crumble our castles of sand
And the flowers and grass turn brown in our hands.
-from rings of grass by shel silverstein
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Whispering hours - oh, where do they fly away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone.
And where is the wisdom to understand
That years will crumble our castles of sand
And the flowers and grass turn brown in our hands.
-from rings of grass by shel silverstein
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bruisedviolet27:
awesome, was that yours? It was beautiful.
autumn:
Boston is way to far for me hunn.
