Some might say sleet…
All is well with me. The rain doesn’t reach me, my room is well heated, what more can one ask for? There’s no shortage of work, either. — Paul Klee
Some might say sleet…
All is well with me. The rain doesn’t reach me, my room is well heated, what more can one ask for? There’s no shortage of work, either. — Paul Klee
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For thousands of years, much of humankind has believed that only special places are infused with the sacred and that you must get away from the everyday in order to find it. Not so, everything is infused with the holy — from chairs to clothing to kitchen stoves.
Love this one.