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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night
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“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
― Kahlil Gibran
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“We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off and burn.”
― Bob Dylan
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“You made me happy and you made me laugh, and if I could do it all over again, I would not hesitate. Look at our life, at the trips we took, the adventures we had. As your father used to say, we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride
Eyes of the hearth
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Spectre night light
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Soundings
Barstools, beers and lonely cheers
Sideways glances, sound and fears
Top of the loft, corner of the street
Just dropping off, by chance again we meet
Perched high above on a leather bus seat
Looking down on you as sun and horizon meet
Living through pictures on your wall
Passing on paper cranes, love and all
Resonating strings and sings around
Searching for words unspoken sound
Fathom feeling depths unknown
Silence falls like shell shock tone
Rivers of lyrical, satirical rhymes
Flood down the mount of eternal time
A single vase of living water, blooms
Tapped from the source in our living rooms
Iron clad blood red
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Nos Ferrato: We, the Ironclad (excerpt)
Ashes in lashes,
Dust becomes rust
Enter this Temple,
in You I trust
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Three stones at the altar
Five moors to the creek
Seven days for hunting
Nine chains that peak
Ironclad crosses
the blood that seeps,
red through this armour,
wounds what weeps…
Enter this Temple,
enter it full,
From the grove, the forest —
my Lord, my Rule
(C) Christine Ueri
Clearest Blue by CHVRCHES
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Clearest Blue
Open Doors
If the walls could speak..
Look! you live in a fortress
with stone walls built up high
the workmanship is old
the roof lets in the sky
there is treasure in the mortar
if it all falls in
the slightest gap a way
for new life to begin
a record of your past
lies hidden here within
the mansion in the sky
is quite unlike these walls
Its Caretaker welcomes you and I
and would never let it fall.
Living words
Jubilee, for me will be a far more glorious year
Count the stars of heaven 