February 2012
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I am nothing but words,
just a shape
of dreams or night.
– Euripides, Herakles (via verlitas)
‘Missing Him’
Should my treasure come
my darling step by
I’d know him by his...
– Finnish Poem, late Middle Ages, titled, ‘Jos Mun Tuttuni Tulisi’ (via missfolly)
Contemplating the lace-like fabric of streams outspread over the mountains, we...
– John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra (via fernsandmoss)