"In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
~William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Self
My Self is my heart: My ever reaching, Never attaining And always being An artist.
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