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Bowls of heart pocket talismans have been gathering in the studio filled with the words and phrases kindred spirits are holding close this year. What is your word? You can find the talismans right here.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
(photo: playing with my camera and the night sky, 12/5/05, canon digital rebel)
liz lamoreux
Reader Comments (5)
reassembles (her) fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. .... as she dreams.
nice quote, Liz.
ah...yes...much better. thank you.
that was too good! my heart is happy!
beautful shot...
What a beautiful picture and quote!! I love night, as it makes me feel just this way...