Remising The Good Old Days Whereby We Don’t Take Things For Granted. Sometimes I Miss The Symphony Of The Insects In The Nights, The Amber Of The Kerosene Light And The Light & Fade Lingering Of The Burning Lamp....
'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us,
and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing........'
Opening Line of “Endymion” By John Keats
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