i had escaped between the mountains and into the soil, like a whisper on a soft breath. And though the wind did not pick me up, the fields of wheat washed at my knees.
Georgia Whots, “On Grey Seas.” cir. 1940. (via lylaandblu)
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis (via yasodhara)
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
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