“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Emily Dickinson, ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’.
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all …
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