Day 17 – Arms Rising
“the trees themselves would assume strange shapes: sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards,” ~ Gustave Flaubert
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“the trees themselves would assume strange shapes: sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards,” ~ Gustave Flaubert
“This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their […]
“…the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows…” ~ John Geddes [columns] [span6] [/span6][span6] [/span6][/columns]
“and now again it is winter. Nature loves this rhyme so well that she never tires of repeating it. So sweet and wholesome is the winter, so simple and moderate, so satisfactory and perfect, that […]
“The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I ‘most could touch it with my hand! And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.” ~ Edna St. Vincent […]
“I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. ‘We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September,’ I heard a bird sing In the dark […]
“Live as you will have wished to have lived when you are dying.” ~ Christian Furchtegott Gellert [columns] [span4] [/span4][span4] [/span4][span4] [/span4][/columns]
“Here we go round the prickly pear At five o’clock in the morning.” ~ T.S. Eliot [columns] [span6] [/span6][span6] [/span6][/columns]
“One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.” ~ George Carlin
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” ~ John Muir [columns] [span4] [/span4][span4] [/span4][span4] [/span4][/columns]