Amen to afternoons spent in quiet forest filled with splendor. It is always an instant re-calibrator for clashing symphony that hangs out inside my busy head:)
Sunday, May 15, 2016
{Seeing things in color}
“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Amen to afternoons spent in quiet forest filled with splendor. It is always an instant re-calibrator for clashing symphony that hangs out inside my busy head:)
Amen to afternoons spent in quiet forest filled with splendor. It is always an instant re-calibrator for clashing symphony that hangs out inside my busy head:)
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