Sublime
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“Begin here. It is raining. I look out on the maple, where a few leaves have turned yellow, and listen to Punch, the parrot, talking to himself and to the rain ticking gently against the windows. I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what is strange—that friends, even passionate love, are not
... See more“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself,” wrote Emily Dickinson.
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
