When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
- Henry David Thoreau -
Condensing fact from the vapor of nuance since 2003
22.5.06
All hands that work And tired fall down in the evening And tired, tired fall asleep, Silently clasp in the night; Silently into the distance open the eyes, So that peaceful and good is the heart.
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