Monday, 10 March 2014

Everything was as it was and it was always there, paces walk in different steps.

Purple, Alain De Botton 'Essays in Love' and Old Market in Bristol

Wherever it goes it will remain.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, 
From these our interviews, in which I steal 
From all I may be, or have been before, 
To mingle with the Universe, and feel 
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. 

-George Gordon Byron

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