. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . where ImagInatIon comes to play

Saturday 15 November 2008

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Comfort me from wherever you are–alone, we are quickly worn out; if I place my head on the road, let it seem softened by you. Could it be that even from afar we offer each other a gentle breath?
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Rainer Marie Rilke
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