May all beings awaken to their true nature

Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea, Thinking well how it may blow in all good company. If I tell another what your own lips told to me, Let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see. -Grateful Dead<3


In the twilight gloom of a window’s embrasure,
Sat the lovers, and whispered together, beholding the
Silvery mist of the meadows.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
— Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Photography by AtomicZen.

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