The Dome of Manikarnika
- Art and Literature, Poems and More
- July 9, 2024

The more the sensibilist I am, the more I seem to want my mountains wild – Robert Frost
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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
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The drop of rain maketh a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling. — Hugh Latimer
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She 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
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When California was wild, it was the floweriest part of the continent. – John Muir
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The pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait and both without impatience – Friedrich Nietzsche
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