"Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~












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