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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning how to dance in the rain"
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The clouds at Hurricane Ridge in Olympic national part, At an elevation of 5,242 feet (1,598 m), Hurricane Ridge is a year-round destination. In summe. 在奧林匹克公園的Hurricane Ridge, 高大約1600米,沒有趕上最美的時候,但也相當震撼了
“Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.”
Thomas Love Peacock
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Over Zion National Park - Utah.
Ancient cross bedding of Navajo Sandstone in the foreground.
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Absolutely Extraordinary High End.
Our mind is like a cloudy sky: in essence clear and pure, but overcast by clouds of delusions. Just as the thickest clouds can disperse, so, too, even the heaviest delusions can be removed from our mind.
Kelsang Gyatso
The end of day, Cathedral Notre-Dame de Paris since a bridge on the Seine.
Fin de journée, Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris depuis un pont sur la Seine.
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Some blue sky, but mainly orange-brown clouds turning black as an approaching storm gathered force at dusk.
"Il mio cuore
mille volte infranto
si arrampica sulle nuvole.
Il mio cuore sogna:
una pioggia di violette e myosotis
che si adagia dolce sul mondo,
lasciando tutta l'umanità
rapita nel perduto incanto.
Una pioggia fiorita
che dissolve le radici
della violenza, e semina
amore negl'anfratti
più remoti e dimenticati
dei cuori più indifferenti e malvagi.
Giovanna faro
Siamo scesi nel giardino silenzioso. L’alba è il momento in cui nulla respira, l’ora del silenzio. Tutto è paralizzato, solo la luce si muove.
(Leonora Carrington)