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#The Night....
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.. . . I longed for night and the rebirth in me of the being that merits love.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry- Flight to Arras
My image , i used a texture of mine and one of
Lenabem- Anna J...... Thanks You Anna : )
moon and boy in public domain
Thanks for your recent visits, favorites, comments and invitations. I go slow, but everything is very much appreciated, as always....
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#The Night....
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.. . . I longed for night and the rebirth in me of the being that merits love.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry- Flight to Arras
My image , i used a texture of mine and one of
Lenabem- Anna J...... Thanks You Anna : )
moon and boy in public domain
Thanks for your recent visits, favorites, comments and invitations. I go slow, but everything is very much appreciated, as always....
All rights reserved. Image can not be inserted in blogs, websites or any other form, without my written permission.