A Storm At Midnight
- Art and Literature, Poems and More
- April 24, 2024
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself – Gustave Flaubert
READ MOREThe drop of rain maketh a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling. — Hugh Latimer
READ MOREShe walked home through the darkening glade, singing of the stars; and the trees stood still and listened to her and the mountains were glad – Ruskin Bond
READ MOREWhen California was wild, it was the floweriest part of the continent. – John Muir
READ MOREThe pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait and both without impatience – Friedrich Nietzsche
READ MOREThe clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness – John Muir
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