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[arowynian]

Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel the gentle glow of soft golden light misting through the clouds. The world has been bathed in a dim evening light and the rain that softly plays on the breeze is accompanied by sweet melodies that bring back equally pleasant memories.
I promised myself I would stop crying. I made countless promises that I

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[abouthat]

rhinoplasty

[arowynian]

I agree

[anonymous]

I understand your stress of beauty lost by mechenical mediums be it paper, pallet, or film. To address the poet in you I found a poem as to show the true light of solitude; I have always found comfort in the third and fourth stanzas.
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Solitude

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
- - - In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
- - - In winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind;
- - - Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
- - - With meditation

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone
- - - Tell where I lie.

Alexander Pope

[arowynian]

Thank you, I very much agree about the 3rd and 4th stanzas. I rather like the last one. But..err.. Who are you?