it rang like a bell.
(Pablo Neruda, Too Many Names)
Showing posts with label roots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roots. Show all posts
Friday, 17 February 2012
When I lived with the roots I liked them more than flowers...
...and when I talked with stone
it rang like a bell.
(Pablo Neruda, Too Many Names)
it rang like a bell.
(Pablo Neruda, Too Many Names)
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