Wednesday, May 11, 2011

A Thousand Delicate Voices...



High up in the heavens, the larks sang ceaselessly; one seemed not to hear them at all until the rare moments when their music paused for the length of a single breath

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~ Text and title: The Rider on the White Storm, Theodor Storm, 1888

~ Image: Wounded Stag, Ralph Albert Blakelock, 1880