December 2011
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I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been...
– Isaac Newton
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Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my...
– Pablo Neruda
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The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her...
– Charles de Lint
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My Beloved is the mountains,
The solitary wooded valleys,
The strange islands,...
– John of the Cross
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