Apr 25, 2011 11:59
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
- Sara Teasdale excerpt from "Barter"
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They are either solid sunshine or God's trumpets. Either way, I love them.
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