Night

Night, the beloved.  Night, when words fade and things come alive.  When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.  When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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From the Heart

When we look up, it widens our horizons. We see what a little speck we are in the
universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the
sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race.
~Julia Gregson

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Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
~Rumi

This is a tree which was damaged by a tornado last year.

For the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Up