In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Eyes Wide Open
The moon and the paper are the same white The pupil of the eye and the ink, both black. This mysterious meaning remains a circle, Beyond the possibility of understanding. -Sokuhi (1616-1671)
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