Thursday, February 10, 2011

How To Make Gum Paste Slippers

Late afternoon ... Reflections

When the day falls on the night she kisses him and whispers:
' I'm your mother's death, and I will give you new life. "
The mystery of life is as large as the shadow in the night.
The illusion of wisdom is like the morning mist.
Rabindranath Tagore

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