It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you. Rumi
While others hurry, blind to beauty's call, Unmoved by nature's momentary thrill, I linger, letting rapture have its will - The glow of sunset on an old gray wall, The shimmer of a spider's silken strand, A blackbird's li…
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