Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Night


Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary and grows with the calm of a tree. --Antoine de Saint-Exupery

5 comments:

  1. Lovely blues and beautiful quote - I had never heard this one before.

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  2. beautiful! I love the moon and these colors!

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  3. I'm liking the movement in this one a lot!

    ~Calli

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  4. This is wonderful. Love your take on the theme

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