Taste: cognac
Sight: great walnut boughs
Sound: shaking his bridle; mud bubbles; rushing creek
Smell: hay-ricks, rich old garden
Touch: bristles
Quotable:
"But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbours!"
"...for inherent in true art is emancipation./And do you have worlds within yourself? Indeed./The night sky a microcosm of you./The oil lit in the lamp the sun burns from/forests you once were, from rich deposits you left." — A Child's Mere Pencil Sketch, Hafiz
Grateful for: spring
A jolt of joy: a twitching nose
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