A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine."
---------------William Blake, Augries of Innocence.
If one could have moments like this, how can life ever be in vain?
Sitting on a fragile raft, the depth of the ocean beneath me, my sail catches the wind and takes me to unkown lands and unknown adventures. I some times wonder how I appear to you sitting on your own raft as we pass each other by. If you are on calm waters now and would like a mooring post, check out http://www.fenn.net .
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