All my life, I have been restless. I have felt there is some wonderful, other world not yet known to me – some wholeness beyond my reach or understanding. I have not been sure what it is. But every morning on the wide shoreline, and in the thrall of pinewood, I pass what is perfect and gleaming. And I feel, for a fleeting moment, I may not know           but am known. – smakka–bagms

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