Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Full Frost Moon

Night, the beloved.
Night, when words fade and things come alive.
When the destructive analysis of day is done,
and all that is truly important
becomes whole and sound again.
When you reassemble your fragmentary self
and grow with the calm of a tree.

~Antoine de Saint-Exupery~
Flight to Arras

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