In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet ~ William Wordsworth |
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Look at the earth crowded with growth, new and old bursting from their strong roots hidden in the silent, live ground, each seed according to its own kind... each one knowing what to do, each one demanding its own rights on the earth... So, artist, you too from the deeps of your soul... let your roots creep forth, gaining strength. ~ Emily Carr |
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