Summer in my head, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Walking through the memories of summer in my head It’s a breezy day, warm and generous Strolling down a cobblestone path, hands in pocket Taking a deep breath, stopping Eyes closed, listening to the wind in the willows To the rustling and shuffling of the grass …
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The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow





