Launch your vessel,
And crowd your canvas,
And, ere it vanishes
Over the margin,
After it, follow it,
Follow The Gleam.
Thursday, 18 August 2011
As I drove home tonight in the darkness, the wind was playing with the leaves; little flurries catching in the headlights as they twirled in the streets.
It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
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