My recent collection of clouds. Just because I saw its beauty before me.
Ah, hope! what would life be,
stripped of thy encouraging smiles,
that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today,
for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.
- Susanna Moodie
At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor,
Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds.
I stare and stare. It
seems I was called for this:
To glorify things just because they are.
- Czeslaw Milosz
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