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Monday, July 18, 2011

Solace for the day

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. (J.K. Rowling)




Even the best day is
a mountain we climb
In bare feet. Every
hour a switchback,
the future unknowing,
disapparating before us.
Your learning will fail you,
your map grow useless.
Your patronus glides away,
light deluminated.
No matter. Pick up your
trunk, it's been packed:
Hope and curiosity will drive you;
Love and desire, feed you;
Strength and stubbornness will sustain you.
Let us away. Protego.








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