Monday, July 28, 2008


In autumn I gathered all my sorrows and burried them in my garden.

And when Spring cameto wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers.

And my neighbors came to behold them and said to me, "When autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you not give us the seeds of these flowers that we may have in our own garden?"

Khalil Gibran

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