Showing posts with label The stories we wear. Show all posts
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23 March 2014

«Pathless woods and lonely shores»


«She opened her eyes to the immensity in front of her and felt small before it, yet as whole as she had ever been.»

                                                           By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10  



«There is pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar
I love not man the less, but Nature more.»

Lord Byron 




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