I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
…the truth is first ridiculed, then violently opposed, then accepted as self-evident…
Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.
– John W. Gardner
Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
– Rumi, poet
fulani woman, benin
rice terraces, yunnan, china
nigeria
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