When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
13 March, 2010
Working?
Is that what you call this? I don't call it work...I call it tedious.
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