Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
Mary Webb
The past is only the present become invisible and mute and because it is invisible and mute, its memoried glances and it's murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.
past present precious invisible thepast
silence nature music
Saddle your dreams before you ride em.
dreams
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