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I was made for sunny days
I made do with grey, but I didn't stay
I was made for sunny days
And I was made for you

Found a book you gave me 
When we were first in bloom
When I thought that you might save me
from the dark side of the moon
Instead we both went walking
through the shadows and the gloom
And we never did stop talking
And you still light up the room


- "I Was Made For Sunny Days" by The Weepies

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Quote of the Day: Marice Materlink

>> Wednesday, April 6, 2011 – 


"There is a tragic aspect to every day life which is much more real, much more profound, and much more akin to our real self than the tragedy of grand adventures. It is what is overwhelming in the simple fact of being alive. It is the existence of a soul itself, in the midst of an unsleeping vastness"
- Marice Maeterlink 

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Tidbits: Ireland

>> Sunday, April 3, 2011 – 






Listen to the Black Velvet Band or the Fields of Athenry as you imagine soft green grass and rolling landscapes. Ireland is the most beautiful place I have ever been - its wild, untamed peaks captured me completely. As they say in gaelic, sláinte!


Photos by me :)

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Favorite Quotes

"Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point." - C.S. Lewis

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled
(By E. E. Cummings) Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond Any experience, your eyes have their silence: In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, Or which I cannot touch because they are too near Your slightest look easily will unclose me Though I have closed myself as fingers, You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (Touching skillfully, mysteriously)her first rose Or if your wish be to close me, I and My life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, As when the heart of this flower imagines The snow carefully everywhere descending; Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals The power of your intense fragility: whose texture Compels me with the color of its countries, Rendering death and forever with each breathing (I do not know what it is about you that closes And opens; only something in me understands The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

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