Written on August 29, 2024
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There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages. - Mark Twain reflected in the spring’s gentle whisper mingling the music, soul sounding crisper risking light’s voice, calling to her sister hues so daring, friendly and delicious collecting moments, clearly auspicious amazing as He who is omniscious medley of dreams, revealing yet serene glowing on cerulean seas of green smudged with hints of yellow and tangerine laughing beneath autumn’s exciting skies waiting on night’s moon and stars to arise listening for the wind’s song as she cries enchanted webs of peace and grace and light tempting moods so the heart and soul unite
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