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Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. H.Keller

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I thought I would never do Instagram but why not? 

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凛とした美しさ。Dignified beauty.

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There’s a certain slant of light

On winter afternoons,

That oppresses, like the weight

Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us.

We can find no scar,

But internal difference

Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,

“T is the seal, despair,-

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,

Shadows hold their breath,

When it goes, it is like the distance

On the look of death.

-Emily Dickinson-

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