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“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
“One sip of the Sun's fiery drink and life revives a stagnant mind a willing participant in the dance lengthening lights returning songs. “
“I like the stories, And the smell of church candles and incense and hope and guilt mixed together With the tantalising intoxicating feeling Of having all your sins spilling out of your throat and every Single part of you.”
“Colour is the property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way it reflects or emits light.”
I talked about those colours, right?
Little girl, little girl, don't lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shines Will shiver the whole night through.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6Yj0TC4BJs
Nothing has as beautiful colours as the sky. You can see blue, purple, pink, orange, red. The brightest blue on a sunny afternoon, the darkest with a pinch of grey , when rain is coming. And the mixture of purple, red, pink and orange on a lovely summer evening, just before the sun desappeares on the horizon.
“A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear -- Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream -- Lingering in the golden dream -- Life, what is it but a dream?”
Just say, I’m ad, but I see a face amongst the trees.