"It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you." ••Lillian Hellman

 “As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges—green waves and billows—became full of fine atoms of summer.”

― Richard Jefferies, The Pageant of Summer

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