At dawn, we met by sa.re We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves. Leonora Carrington
Anew by sa.re A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died but when They died, vitality begun. Emily Dickinson
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