Rebecca812:
“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree”
Rebecca812:
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Rebecca812:
God hides things by putting them all around us.
Rebecca812:
"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your...
Rebecca812:
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.
Rebecca812:
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.