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What I wanted to say was, It is enough for me to sit beside you.
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Old World meets New
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Bergdorf Goodman Windows - Literature
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I will hack my way through existence alone. – Romano Guardini
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Faces come out of the grave...
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Devotion
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Through the gates, into a brand new life
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Bethesda Terrace & Fountain
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Autumn Scene
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Headless Horseman
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The Conjuring
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Bergdorf Windows
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Bergdorf Goodman Entrance
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Prayer for the Season
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It's Christmas Time in the City
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Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.
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Deepening the Wonder
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O, hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief, Hearts not averse to being beguiled.
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"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as Autumn Sunshine by stay-ing in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air."
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Assorted Italian meats, manchego cheese, quince paste.
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Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.
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May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
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Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
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Walkway, Old Westbury Gardens
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Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
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How splendid yellow is. It stands for the sun.
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Nuzzling up.
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Earth, my dearest, believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over - one of them, ah, even one, is already too much for my blood. Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the first.
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Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment. ~ Ellis Peters
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It is the first thing God speaks of when we meet Him, in the good book of Genesis. And now, I think I see it all in terms of light. ~ Michael Blumenthal
